119?!?

When I was at the clinic I was weighed and it was compared to my height on a chart. "119," the lady said. "Hmm, for your height....that's the perfect weight!"

I told this to Cinnamon and grabbed a handful of my belly fat. "Oh yeah? Then what do you call this?!" I laughed.

It's funny. America really is getting fatter. When I was in high school I remember quite clearly a chart I read in a magazine. It had the ideal weight for each height from five feet and up. For a woman of 5 feet tall, the ideal weight was 105 to 110 pounds. I've kept that number in my head ever since. The only time I ever weighed that was when we working at the apartments and were under constant stress and had little to eat.

Ok, I know that muscle is heavier than fat. But when did the number go up? Will it continue to up until my ideal weight is 150? Ooh, then I would considered skinny!

I only recently discovered that I have the body shape of Mickey Mouse.

Seriously. I bought my first pair of capri pants and when looking at my body I realized that from knee up I am round (like Mickey Mouse) and from the knew down I have sticks for legs (like mickey Mouse) and giant, wide feet (like Mickey Mouse).

Is there anything more to make me more self-conscious? I haven't worn a bathing suit since I was eleven years old, no joke. That's pretty sad, huh? I haven't been swimming since that time period either. There's a huge water park in New Braunsfels (I am SURE that's spelled wrong, but who's counting?) and every summer I say, This is the year we're going.

I've been doing pretty good sticking to fruit and salads with a little meat every couple days. Although, last night I ate a half a bag of Cheetos. In one sitting.

I'm going to have to learn to pace myself.