Before I get onto my late weigh-in (sorry, life keeps happening at me recently and I've no time to update), I thought I'd share a bit of external validation with you.

I needed a new sports bra to keep the girls under control and I thought I'd need to be measured to figure out what size I was now. I told the girl there that I thought I was a 14DD. She squinted at me and said, "I would have said a 12..."

I resisted the urge to offer to have her children.

Then it was off to work where someone I've been working with since October last year turned to me and said, "You're looking so good! You can really see how much you've lost!"

And finally, I donated blood today and they make you weigh in. I told the nurse on duty my current weight and that I had been watching my weight. She frowned at me. "So you're telling me you've lost 7kg (15.4lb) in the 10 weeks since you last donated just through diet and exercise?"

Yes, bitch, I have! (Well, I didn't say the 'bitch' part...)

So onto the weigh in. And before I tell you, I'd just like to explain that I think my metabolism is on crack. Why?

Because I managed to lose 1.4kg (3lb) last week.

WTF?

I have no idea how I managed this. The only thing I can put it down to is ramping up the exercise this month. I've doubled the weights I'm lifting and I've got copies of the Winsor Pilates Power Sculpting Ab and Buns & Thighs workouts.

Which brings me to my next bone of contention.

Sweet merciful crap.

Mari Winsor is out to kill me.

That woman was a Spanish Inquisitor in a previous life. The way she chirpily wanders around saying inane things like, "I bet you're feeling that!" or "I know it really hurts, but it's worth it!" with a smile and demonic hellfire in her eyes. She's eeeeeeeeeevil!

Yes, Mari, I AM feeling it! Here, let me shove white hot pokers up your arse and jiggle them around a bit so that you can see how much I'm feeling it!

And as for it being 'worth it' and that I can expect 'dramatic results' if I do this two or three times a week, for the pain I'm going through, these are the sorts of dramatic results I'm bloody well expecting!

         
Butts have been changed to protect identities.
No butts were harmed in the creation of this entry.

And just for the record, doing searches on Google for 'before' photos of liposuction patients and calling out to your husband, "Hon, does this look like my butt?" ranks pretty damn high on the freak-o-meter.