HYC wednesday weigh in.

Well, it's a gain for this week. Quite a big one at that. It's really easy to think you had a good week and then to feel all that optimism shatter when you get on the scale and it says, gulp, 286 lbs. This is apparently what happens when you slowly work your way through a box of Guylian Fruits de Mer and only go to one yoga class all week long and then figure that it's adequate exercise.

Today, at right around 6 pm, the obese lesbian from former fat and I are going walking. We committed to walking at least one and a half mile. This is how out of shape we are. We can not commit to walking anything more because that would not be a realistic goal.

I am obese straight married lady, she is obese lesbian. We are both shooting for merely overweight at least, ideally thin and svelte and lovely, but I think even just falling into overweight would do wonders for our collective self esteem.

Bah Humbug! no way will I be able to zip up the gut busting corduroy trousers by Christmas.