Dry dry dry

Little flakes of nose skin hanging off my nostrils... my back and waist where my pants hit, chaffed and red, cracked heels laughing at the lotion I apply... this is my body right now.

After posting yesterday, I looked in the mirror, and noticed that I had somehow scratched my nose. Right at the tip, a clean, slanted line. I did this somehow in my sleep. I don't have long fingernails, so it must've been my ring, but how is a mystery.

I was going to post a picture of it, even asked Tornwordo if he thought I should, but I have a bit of vanity left. My students were staring at it yesterday, asking how it happened (because they are so tactful), and even one of the teachers mentioned it. Like by 3:00 yesterday I wouldn't have figured out there's a big red line across my nose.

On other news, I weighed in yesterday and lost another 5 pounds. Brings the total up to 14.2 lbs. Yahoo. I do think there's some kind of lag time though. Last week, I was very careful, exercised and all, and gained a pound. This week, I fell off the wagon up at the lake, and didn't get out as much as I would've liked to walk or hike. Yet I lost so much this week.

Next week will be the test. I'll keep you posted.

I bought a pair of pants yesterday, and they're slightly on the large side... might be ready to go down another size before too long. I dream of the day I can buy clothes again in the regular size area. The day I'm not regulated to the third floor, behind housewares and bedding. the day I don't have to plow through 25 tunics to find a shirt that doesn't end mid-thigh. A day when elastic-waisted pants don't mock me. A day when I can try on, dare I say it, a sexy black top, rather than one with appliqued pumpkins and witches on it.

Gosh, I hope that day gets here soon.