DietBlog: It’s a damn small world
My brain is still reeling. At Weight Watchers tonight I met Ken, the husband of our new leader Barbara. He was filling in as weigher. While chatting I found out that he’s actually an American… from Indiana… from Goshen… and grew up three doors down from where my Dad lives now. I nearly fell over. HOW RANDOM IS THAT? I feel like I’m going to discover the Infinite Improbability Drive in the bottom of my sock drawer or something. Next week I fully expect Ken to tell me we’re related. It’s just too, too weird.
Anyway, all Twilight Zone-ishness aside, I have an important announcement to make: I am not fat anymore. Did everybody hear that? I AM OFFICIALLY NOT OVERWEIGHT. I lost another 900g to bring me down to 78.5, which gives me a BMI of 24.8 – and that is just this side of normal. Normal! I really don’t think I’m processing this at the moment. I turn 29 years old tomorrow… and I’m not overweight. Those facts just can’t be right, can they?