That's how many pounds I've gained in the last eleven days.
A pound a day.
Oh my God! That means I would weigh 569 pounds of I kept this up for a whole year!!
Thank God I have a little bit of sense. And a pinch a self-control. (I wanted to use the word smiggin but I don't know how to spell it.)
Blogging last night helped. And weighing this morning helped. I've made much better choices today. For one thing, I didn't stuff 97 butterscotch candies in my mouth during this afternoon's play rehearsal like I have been recently.
I feel a little bit more in control.
And I think it's hilarious that I've gained 11 pounds in 11 days because 11 is a number that I associate with Doak. I've always said that, being with him, was like being an 11-year-old again.
Doak would find humor in that symbolism.
Loving you even at 215,