Wow. 16 pounds.

I walk, I swim, I eat well. I don't own a scale, so what I've been doing, is certainly not about the weight, but about the health, but it is very nice to have a measure of health.

Swim, you ask?

Well, yeah, I took my broken arm into the pool yesterday and tried it out and loved it while I was in there and started regretting it after I got dried off and have been regretting it ever since. Note to self: Next time I get into the pool, I have to wear a sling to force me to slow down.

I return to my regularly scheduled walking this evening. I am a pretty princess and I will have a pretty princess butt again. More specifically, I want to wear the Pooh skort Mike's mom sent me after I had the baby.

Mike thinks I have a pretty princess butt, but he forgets about the skinny pretty princess butt and how he loved to grab it up a LOT.

I remember my pretty princess butt and I keep in mind my cholesterol levels. Between the two, I'm getting there.