I love this town!

To make up for the horrible car accident I saw this morning, the universe gave me a great gift on my way to work...A man dressed in Miner 49'er gear, zipping down the Embarcadero on a motorized bar stool.  He saw me give him the double devil horn hand signal of approval (What can I say?  I was in a "Metal" mood and channeling my inner rocker).  He waved in riposte as he whizzed past.  My morning outlook changed immediately.

As promised...The Uni-tard of SHAME!

(Stinker! Thanks for capturing the Plumperina magic!)

Mid-week weigh-in

I normally weigh-in once a week on Mondays, but curiosity got to me this morning.  I'm happy to report I'm back down to 243.0  lbs.  I didn't eat much this week.  I've been high on stress since Monday.

Oscar sees dead people...

but couldn't see Bea.  What a damn shame.

Gentle weeping heard coming from Bernal Hill

Not quite as good as the Virgin Mary appearing in the rain soaked eaves of the church up on Folsom hill, but still  a mysterious phenomena.  Was it ninja stealth fat sneaking back to my hips and thighs that brought tears to the hills of Bernal?
 
Nope.  It was me eating fatty cheese, bread bits and brownies.  I am powerless over brownies.

I gained 2.1 lbs. this week.  My weight is now sitting at 245.5 lbs.  

Fuck accounting...I'm reinventing myself as a bangin' granny DJ, rockin' the beats

Please let me introduce you to the grandmother of Paris nightlife...
DJ Ruth Flowers! 69 year-old, granny DJ.  Not only does she rock the decks...she rocks the post-cataract surgery sunglasses.

The photos are coming! The photos are coming!

I wiggled into the unitard of SHAME yesterday morning for a photo shoot.  I know a month has passed since my original promise of a BEFORE photo and I've lost a little weight.  I guess you could say I'm cheating you out of a full-on Fatty! Fat! Fat! BEFORE picture, so I'm going to try to give you something to hold you over until I can post the unitard of SHAME photos.

I found an awful photo of me on the series of tubes in full Fatty! Fat! Fat! glory at a burlesque show in Honolulu's Chinatown (I'm the one with the peacock on her head - photo 5 out of 17). This photo spurned me into diet action.

I won the hat contest by the way.

Where does the Fatty! Fat! Fat! go?

Where did those 12.2 lbs. go?  Does my fat go stealth ninja and deposit itself onto unsuspecting folks? (Shelley would have you believe my disappearing fat has magically attached itself to her butt and thighs).

I'm pleased to say I have an answer thanks to the magical series of tubes.

Thank god, it's not creeping around at night in a ninja outfit.

It's Monday!

That means it's weigh-day.  I was sure that I'd gained weight this week.  Absolutely positive.  I was a  baaaaaad girl last week.  There was bread.

In spite of my diet transgressions...I'm down to 243.4 lbs.  I lost 0.8 of a pound...or as I like to say, "lub."

I can only imagine what I'd been down had I stuck to the "rainbow meal plan" and had steamed chicken breasts for seven days straight.  I would have lost my sanity and some extra lubs.