*blinks* Wow, I'm still a member here?
Anyways, I'm sorry for last night's bout of weirdness. I've calmed down some, and I'd like to say that I usually don't swear this much, really. It's just, those situations really, really make me feel uneasy.
And to Xanderbeanz, I guess I can tell you what that number is that makes me uneasy, as long as you promise, and everybody here, promises not to wield it against me as a weapon...
It's, and I'll write it in word format, not numerals...five-one-zero, which with a certain inversion of time, is also four-four-zero. The reason why it causes me tremendous discomfort is because, that was the calendar date in my history...that I failed at Weight Watchers *miserably*!
I promised myself that I'd reach 21 pounds lost in 16 meetings...but on the 16th meeting, I'd actually GAINED a wee bit, and I was boiling mad, because I went from only .6 pounds to go, to 2.8 pounds to go! I mean, I was LIVID! So some f**king Colonel Sanders look-alike tried to console me (that explains that previous outburst)...I did actually reach my goal weight the following week by losing 5.2 pounds, which would've made anyone else happy...but not me.
I lost it in 17 weeks...but it WASN'T IN 16!! I FAILED MISERABLY! Well, at least in my own eyes.
So now do you understand what that number does to me? It reminds me that I'll always be a fat f**k loser for the rest of my life.
So, what do you all think of me now?
Usagi1992