Monday is a follow-up appointment at my Neuro's office. I get to step on a doctor's scale (yet again - damn, I hate those things), and find out how little I weigh. Yes.. typically I'd be pissing and moaning about how much I've gained, but this medication I'm on for pain has been known to shed the pounds like you wouldn't believe. When I started taking it, I was 125. I think that was in October? 6 weeks later, I was at 118. At Christmas time, I weighed myself at the in-laws, and I was down to 110 or so. I honestly don't know what I am right now, but I can tell you that I had to buy a pair of size 4 jeans at the thrift store, and my hips can't keep them up. LOL (I do still have a booty, but there's just no hip action right now).

I was telling my mother-in-law about my weight loss a few weeks ago, and I found out last night that she's been telling everybody how concerned she is about me.. something like "She's lost so much weight, she's lost 2 bra sizes!" Yes, I did tell her that, but I didn't think she's pick up and run with it. LOL! My sister-in-law told me that if her mom's saying that about me, what the hell is she saying about her own kids? HAHAHA! I told David last night there's no way I can face his dad again. :D

*eta, on saturday morning... David brought home a scale last night, so I was able to weigh myself. 114 or so. Not bad. It's better than I thought it would be. I still need new pants, though. :(