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I did a terrible thing recently. I did something forbidden by all people. Taboo.

I weighed myself.

I know. Bad Michelle. I am not supposed to do such a blasphemous thing until at least four months after the holiday season. I was supposed to weight, er, wait when the time was emotionally right for me to handle the scary news.

I did not wait. It was a spur-of-the-moment type thing. I was sitting on the couch, eating a heaping plate of cheese and broccoli casserole along with barbequed pork ribs, when I suddenly had the urge to weigh myself before grabbing a bowl of bread pudding. I pulled out the scale, remembering the last time I weighed myself at a birthday party when I had gone into the guest’s bathroom and stood on their scale.

Yes, I weighed myself at someone else’s home. It was sitting there beside the toilet and my eyes kept glancing down when I got up to wash my hands. It is a common practice. Ask any woman about it.

Anyway, I had weighed myself back in May, nearly crying in the sink when I saw how heavy I was. And I believe I weighed myself on one other occasion (August or October) to see that nothing had changed. I figured it would read the same weight this time.

It was not.

21lb difference.

21 POUNDS! That is 1.7 stones by British measurement (a stone equals 14lbs.)

I could not believe my eyes. Yet I had to believe. I thought back to the two, pint-size containers of Breyer’s strawberry ice cream I had downed. I remembered the fried chicken that I loved to pull off the skin so I could save it for later as I ate the meat first.

The turkey. The ham. The mac ‘n cheese. The green beans. The rice and gravy. The dinner rolls. The croissants. The meatballs. The burritos. The spaghetti. The sausage. The gnocchi. The meatloaf(yum!) The mash potatoes. The cheese and spinach stuffed shells. The candy. Chocolate coins. Snickers bars. Hershey Bars. Tootsie Rolls. Reeces peanut butter cups.

I lost 21 pounds over the holidays without dieting. How could something like this happen to me?! Oh why, cruel fates, do you tease me so . . .

Wait. I lost 21 pounds over the holidays? I should be happy about this. I should be celebrating.

“BREAK OUT THE LARD AND CHOCOLATE SOUFFLE! WE ARE GOING TO HAVE US A PAR - TAY! HEY!”
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