For those of you don't know, Dub-Dubs is how I affectionately refer to my beloved Weight Watchers. Every Monday I get to go in, see how much I weigh, and either celebrate or sob. Then us fatties all sit around and talk about how we did that week, what we ate, and how much we hate people that complain about being "too skinny". Boo-freaking-hoo.

Here's the thing- I know I'm fat. I'm well aware of my ass size. Hell, I don't even mind if you call me the F-word...it's no more insulting to me than saying I'm a girl, or that I have red hair...it's just what I look like, not who I am. But I know it's unhealthy, I don't like being able to actually feel my chin hanging, and between you and me, I'm sick of being passive-aggressively attacked every time I make a doctor appointment. I go in for an eye infection and it's, "Have you had your cholesterol checked recently?" I go in for migraines and it's, "When was the last time you did a fasting blood sugar?" I get on the scale and it's, "Ooooh." Look lady, I get it- I'm fat. Move on.

Anywho, I weighed in today and I lost 2.2 pounds this week. That makes a total of 36 pounds lost and I'm still plugging along. I've actually worked for this, so I'm going to go ahead and give myself and my big fat ass kudos. Yea, skinny(er) Shannon!

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