Whale say what?!

Belle hopped off the scale this morning trying to contain her enthusiasm. The weigher (which sounds like whale in little girl speak and is appropriate since that's how I feel when I step off the horrid beast) said she was 50,000. Pretty impressive number there. With mucho encouragement from the little darling, I hopped on to see what my number was. Ack. Still the same.

Now, I've been hovering in this general area for a while now, but that doesn't make it better. Without giving exact numbers, I'll say that I'm in the 12 squared range. I'd rather be in the 11.25 squared range.

So, my approximate weight is out. Will I be embarrassed enough to make that number shrink? I sure hope so. I'll update once in a while. Maybe.