Incorrect Measurements & Fingerprints

Carlos helped me take my measurements last night.

Well I’ll be darned, I knew I lost some serious boobage but uh, Carlos, I want a second opinon!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA….really, that is messed up. There is no way I had 10 inches to lose at that point, no way my chest is 26.6 inches. I’m crying FOUL! I’m gonna take my tape measure to the gym on Wednesday and have them remeasure me. I guess this is the reason why its so important to have a professional take your measurements! I’ll share the official results when I get them. (P.S. Love you Carlos, thanks for trying!)

• Do you take your measurements or just weigh yourself?
• If you take your measurements, who do you have take them?

Lately
Addicted is too strong of a word. Obsessed is dramatic. There are some things in my life that I admit, I have become infatuated with. For example…

Sparkpeople
I’ve been doing so-so on keeping record of my calories in Sparkpeople. I am better at work and then just never seem to do it at home. I need to get better about it.

Some of you left me comments saying I should find you on Sparkpeople. Lemme explain this though; I’m on Twitter, Facebook, and blogger yet for the life of me cannot figure out how to add someone or find someone on Sparkpeople. If you can figure it out, feel free to find me, I’m priorfatgirl.

Sharing
My mom and I talked a lot – we talked every day. Not just once a day, multiple times a day. We emailed all day long! Even after I would leave my computer, we would text each other. Not really huge conversations but just would tell each other what we were doing, ask what the other is doing, text something funny we saw or anything else that randomly came up.

Her fingerprint is in everything I do. I catch myself doing things and instantly know that I’m doing it because its the way my mom did it.

I know my mom isn’t here any more to email or text me but her fingerprint is still close to my heart.

(My mom’s fingerprint)