Dammit! I didn't put up the results from my body wrap last night as promised. Instead, I went out with my friends and saw a midnight showing of Jurassic Park, which: ooohhh god, yeah. Marion and I discussed on the way home that that movie is so perfect it's not even fair to other movies. Jeff Goldblum, Laura Dern, Samuel L. Jackson? Costa Rica? T-REX? Oh my god. I think I might be a nerd.
And, as Jack Black put it in High Fidelity, "the soundtrack kicks fucking ass."
It seriously only gets better when it's shown at midnight to rabid fans who are repeating all the lines and acting out dramatic points in the movie with you. High points were: "Shooot hahhh...SHOOOOOOOOT HAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!", "Hold on to your butts!", and "Clever girl!".
Today Lauren called me and asked what a blind dinosaur was called.
Do-you-think-esaurus.
ANYWAY.
According to the measurements taken before and after my body wrap, I lost 10 inches at various places around my body. Of course, they didn't all happen in one place - they measured at four different parts in each arm, and if you lose 1/8th of an inch at 16 different places, it adds up. Apparently. I guess it takes repeat appointments, but I wasn't thrilled. I've made an appointment for next week, and if I don't see something exciting then, I won't make another. In the meantime, grapefruit is about to become a staple. Good thing I love grapefruit. We're about to become best friends.
And now it's 12:25 and I'm about to pass out because I'm old.
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