Scale of Truth: week 1 (bitches)

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Here's a quick snapshot of the first week of the Scale of Truth:

Miles ran: 16.2
Number of times I shit my pants mid-run: 1/2
Number of psychotic geese that chased me down the block: 2
Number of plastic geese that looked like real psychotic geese: 2
Number of cat calls: 1
Number of cat calls intended for the woman behind me that I thought were for me: 1

So here it is...



That's 2.2 pounds, bitches. Talk about accountability. I can't tell you the number of things I started to put in my mouth but spit out because of the knowledge that thousands of people would be looking at my weight today. So thanks for being such judgemental assholes.

Oh, and please allow me to introduce my friend Kim.



Kim is a good friend from college and her maiden name rhymes with Puber so that's what we called her. But you can just call her Kim.

Or Puber.

She once dated someone from Rolla whose last four digits of his phone number were CAMP which was really handy when we would take a road trip down there and wake up having no idea where the hell we were.

The other interesting fact about Kim is that any time she is agitated by anyone or anything she calls it a jerk, including her Wii Fit.



If you want to jump on the scale of truth train with us, just shoot me an email with a picture of your scale at skidmarking@gmail.com.

3 comments:

Lisa said...

"Thanks for being such judgemental assholes." - You're welcome! heeheee.

If I email you a pic of my scale each week, you wouldn't be able to see the numbers. There would be a big CRACK in that chunk of it.

I'm a joiner. But if I join, you won't make me run, right? I was not born to run. Walk dogs or do eliptical maybe but not run.

Kimberly said...

Love it Hannah. Keep it up sister.

Kim aka Puber

Hannah said...

Join us Lisa! And I would never make you run. But I promise that if you're walking down the street and you see two hideous looking geese that you think are going to attack you then you'll run for sure. But then feel foolish later because on your next run you realize they're plastic geese.