Big and Beautiful

It's been two days in a row now that I've worked out. I joined a new fitness club. I like it. It's only for women, they have ultra cheap daycare, and the trainers there are very down to earth and helpful. Today I went in for my 'fitness test,' which is basically just taking measurements and such. Talk about a downer. I knew I had gained weight (ballooned as I call it), but I had no idea how much. At first I was very embarrassed by the numbers, and I didn't want to share them with anyone. But then I thought, why not? I can document my progress, and even with the large number, I'm still damn hot. I am one beautiful lady. All 169 pounds and 31% body fat of me.

So there. Now the numbers have no power over me. They're just that: numbers.