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Somebody in the house has removed the scales. This makes me sad. I can't obsessively check my weight every five minutes. (Methinks it was Adam-- he got very tetchy when they told him he was 13 stone one moment, 16 stone 3 the next.)

Still, he did tell me that I've lost "pure loads" of weight from my back (what the hell did it look like before, I wonder? Quasimodo?) and filled me with glee. Hell, if a nineteen-year-old brother compliments you on weight loss, you know you're getting there.

There were gales last night, oh my. There still are, so I couldn't be bothered doing much, even going online. Watched Big Brother, danced about when Evil Lisa was evicted, then watched psycho-stalker film He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not with Audrey Tatou.

Waah. Amelie is ruined forever.

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GOOD, because obsessive checking isn't going to help at all. Once a week, Becky, once a week. Same day, same time of day, same clothing (or naked). BECAUSE I SAID SO.

Nice of your brother. Mine lost a lot of weight last year so *I'm* supposed to do the complimenting.

WELL. I am going to weigh myself at Boots the Chemist on Saturday, anyway. Mainly because those home scales are complete liars and will tell you three different weights in a row. :p

But yes. I shall now be sticking to Saturdays. (Damned hospital and its lack of weighing devices.)

It was nice of him, but dude. It must be hard for you to compliment your brother. I prefer to deconstruct mine.

Oh, they just have flaws in, like, pressures and stuff. (I generally tell myself that ours actually adds a few false kilos. This may or may not be true.)

Uh... really? I suppose they are bad for some forms of mental patients. You could go to the blood bank and pretend you're going to give and weigh yourself to tell the worker, and then walk away.

I more just relay other people's compliments. Everyone's always like, "Your brother has lost so much weight! Wow!" and I'm like, "I lost an ickle bit but all that happened was my boobs shrank! WAAH." and they're like, "God, you're so self-absorbed," and I'm like, "I KNOW."

Hmm. Yeah, I can see how Lying Scales would probably really distress our patients. Boy, the things those scamps have got up to this week. Erm. Yes.

Hey, at least your boobs shrank. Think how happy your spine is now!

I am SO glad mine have shrunk a bit. They were taking over my world, I tell you. No, really.

No, no, mine aren't allowed to shrink! They were perfect! (Are back to perfect again but still want to lose from the hips, so...) THERE WILL BE NO SHRINKING OF MY BOOBS.

Yours, however, are certainly allowed to shrink if it makes you happy.

But what are you going to do? If the boobs shrink first, inevitably, then you are DOOMED, doomed I tell you, if you attempt to lose weight around the hips.

Have you tried hip/waist exercises, or does this bring on boob shrinkage?

Oh, yes. I want mine to shrink a lot more. Little feckers. Or big, whichever.

No, I just kind of walk around a lot. Am going to go back to tap dancing next month and maybe that'll help. Or not.

You know, my hips wouldn't be so bad if my stomach wasn't all googly. Maybe I should work on that instead.

HELP ME BECKY I'VE LOST MY BRAINCELLS.

Okay, okay. Calm down. Now. Let's go through this step-by-step.

Where did you last see your brain cells? Did they say there were going anywhere or doing anything? What colour of protein were they wearing?

They were gray. Gray matter. And they left in a huff over whether it was 'grey' or 'gray'.

Ha! I had this window shrunk right down, right? And when I read "gray" my heart cringed. So, just as I debated whether to type GREY, I scrolled to the right and read the rest of your reply. :p

Actually, gray looks better. And is very Dorian but I'm British, dammit, so it shall always be grey. And gaol, even if the tabloids now prefer to write otherwise.

That's it, Spanna! You read a tabloid, didn't you? I bet your brain cells are cowering in shock between some story about a three-in-a-bed romp and space aliens.

It's true. Two hours in a waiting room yesterday meant I read every four-year-out-of-date woman's magazine in there. I've also been spending a lot of time at the Wankiest Hanson Board Ever. Quick! Give me Proust!

"As long as men are free to ask what they must, free to say what they think, free to think what they will, freedom can never be lost and science can never regress."

That better, dearie?

Also, *reads through LJ* BWAHAHAHHAHAHAA!

You know why, you postmodern wench, you.

Not this time, champ. It seems once again I've been intelligent unwittingly. Hurrah!

Huzzah! Subscriptions to The London Review of Books for everyone!

I read this week's New Scientist and got my brain cells back! Yay! Drinks and thick books all 'round.

And TOAST.

Except for me. :(

Oh, not for me, either. Until breakfast tomorrow. :(

home scales are complete liars and will tell you three different weights in a row

And you of course pick the one which tells you you've lost the most and convince yourself the one that says you've gained weight is lying.

Word.

brilliant congratulations on the weight loss! it feels brilliant when it works and you need the scales to keep you going! sod that nonesense about going on once a week... its a motivational tool! Grab them back of your brother now!

Oh, I'm not too bothered, Pen. They distressed me as much as they comforted me. (Weight varied wildly between stone under, stone over.)

I shall see the proper figure on Friday. Bwahahahaa!

Thanks for the congrats! I feel so much better now, and the rest is coming off BECAUSE I SAY SO! >:)

p.s i was sad about Lisa, okay she is a mouthy cow but she has more personality than Jeremy has in his little toe! however "jezzy" looked very attractive in his wet white pants.. phew

That's the thing! Jez is very attractive, but also quite cruel and vain. I think Caprice is phoney... Brigitte to win!

(You don't mess with Rocky's ex.)

i am going to vote brigette, but i am waiting till friday before i vote

But his cruelness is quite funny you must admit (actually you don't have to admit a damn thing).
Last night when Caprice, Jez and Kenzie and she was talking to him about getting a publisist and how you can stop bad press and they should talk later I did think that was pretty dumb. People already think she is being fakey and that sort of talk does nothing to make people change thier minds.
Is it just me who wants to whack Kenzie? I see enough of boys like him in real life must he also be on my tv (true I could not watch it, but.... well I like it)? I did laugh myself stupid at him going he would try something with Capriice's friends/ no he wouldn't/ yes he would and on and on he went for 20 minutes.

I can't stand Kenzie's fake "Yo, man, dis iz well whack!" attitude.

Kenzie: You're a white, middle-class English teenager, likely from the suburbs. Stop thinking you're black/from New York/have even a vague sense of "ghetto" about you. Wanker.

Caprice: I can't decide which is more plastic -- her looks or 'personality.' And I liked her before the show revealed her to be a self-absorbed twit.

When he first went in there I had no idea who he was then when they tell you about the eherm 'celebs' they mentioned Blazin' Squad and I had a NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO moment.
Is it wrong to hit small whiny children who are crying and pulling cd's from the shelves at the library while no one is looking?

I'd personally throw the CDs at said child, but that's just me. >:)

Blazin' Squad. Oi vey. Say no more.

but therowing music around it's wrong. Unless I chucked the Blazin Squad cd at it.
Damnit now that bloody see you at the crossroads song is going around in my head. Must go find gun, no head no song = simple.

YAY for lost weight!

BOO for boob shrinkage. Unless they are extraordinarily big. Yeah.

Going back to work now. ~~maybe~~ :D

Oh, they were masseeeve. Just ask anyone who has met me. :p

Now they're NOT SO BIG but are still BIG. Huzzah.

I just watched He loves me, He loves me not last saturday! She is indeed psycho in that flick and it does cast a parlor on her now, but I quite like it. Nice to see her as something other than the sweet doe-eyed girl next door.

Go see A Very Long Becky - it's wonderful!

That film was so weird. I felt soory for the poor receptionist girl!

(That would so be me.)

I'm definitely going to go and see A Very Long Engagement. I think it came out on Friday-- huzzah!

Will let you know what I think, Becks. :p

"back fat" sucks the big one!

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