Weight loss Mondays are going to be shot to shit until further notice. Why you ask? (or maybe you don't). Isabel has finally destroyed our scale.
When my parents built our house, they thought it would be a good idea to put carpet all over in all three of the bathrooms except for one little tiny patch of tile right around the toilets and so there isn't really anywhere to put the scale in the bathroom. Therefore, the scale is just sitting in the kitchen. Isabel likes it because it lights up, but she also likes to throw things. I don't know how much I weigh. Today I tried it, but I did it a few times in a row to see if it was giving me the same weight every time. It said 165, 169, 165.8, 165.8, 171.2.
I started a new job this weekend and a new scale is at the top of my list of things to buy once I get a couple bills out of the way. I'm also hoping that my new job will help me lose weight, because I don't have much time to eat since I started. I'm working weekend graveyards from 5 pm to 5 am, and then I sleep for as long as I possibly can, which isn't long with Isabel hanging around. Thank goodness for my little brother because he helps me watch her in the morning.
Why doesn't Cangrejo help me? He's not here :( He got offered a job in California at the company where his brother works, and we're so desperate right now that we decided that he would take it until we can dig ourselves out of this hole and get some money saved up. So that's what's up right now. I hate him not being here and we're both going kind of crazy without each other (not to mention Isabel keeps asking for him and throws a fit when she can't find him) but we're thinking that this is completely necessary right now, and I'm hoping that time will go by fast and we can get it over with as soon as possible.