My obsessive tweezing reached an all-time low the other day when, having reached my limits with my brows, not wanting to impersonate a scene from Pink Floyd's The Wall, I (should I even admit this?) actually looked for small hairs on my shin that I missed while shaving in the shower and TWEEZED them. I know -- disturbing. But hey, it happened, and therefore, it is what it is.

Speaking of things that happened, I'm proud to admit that during an entire month on the road, I did not gain back even one of the 70-some pounds I've lost so far. That's right, baby, it's lifestyle now, and when you lose it slow, the healthy way, that shit is permanent. Now we're back on the losing train and Charlie has stepped up our workouts (now I have to hold weights when I do walking lunges and I can't even begin to describe the other tortures I must endure). But my butt hurts in the best way possible (okay, second best). And I am over the half-way mark to my ultimate goal of pulling off a one-piece latex catsuit.

Last night we watched Ikiru, written and directed by Akira Kurosawa. What a great flick. I highly recommend it.

I have some fun events this week, the health-train is not the only one leaving the station, I'm also hopping on the social bus. That's right, back-to-back fun times ahead! This week, Wednesday and Thursday night we're out downtown, then a party on Friday, and next week, well it just keeps going from there. I'm ready to dive right in, it's been a while since I managed a heavy social load and I'm itching to do just that.

After all, it's something to distract me from my psychotic-obsessive urge to tweeze.

-Barbarella

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