Weigh in: 82/181 (kg/lbs)

F.I.G.J.A.M.*

For the benefit of viewers at home (and those too damn lazy to scroll down):

Last week's weigh in: 85/187 (kg/lbs)

Do not adjust your set.

Fluid retention. I hate being a girl sometimes.

The last couple of days have been full of extreme contrasts. When things were good, they were very, very good, but when they were bad, they were horrid.

Good: going on a two-day belly-dancing workshop
Bad: discovering the car had been broken into as I was leaving for the workshop

Good: the thieves didn't wreck the car
Bad: they left one of the doors open and flattened the battery completely

Good: while I arrived late, I didn't miss any of the good stuff
Bad: in my rush, I left my cell phone on the front passenger seat and nearly melted it in the sun

Good: creating and choreographing our own dance routines
Bad: nearly expiring in the 95F (with high humidity) heat

Good: live drumming on the second day of the workshop
Bad: leaving my wallet and water bottle at home

Good: finishing the workshops early enough to go into the city to run errands
Bad: discovering I can't get into the city due to a parade

Good: baking the best damn chocolate chip cookies in the world
Bad: trying not to eat them all

Good: going to see Garbage play last night
Bad: being annihilated at netball last night

But highlight of the week has to go to the band that opened for Garbage, Machine Gun Fellatio. In addition to fan dancing, a Marilyn Monroe look-alike and backing dancers on stilts wearing afros and 70s gear, one of the band members played at least half the set wearing nothing but a stuffed Winnie the Pooh duct-taped to his cock.

Seriously.

I'd hate to be wardrobe mistress on that tour...

*Fuck I'm Good, Just Ask Me.