Hus-Bo has now lost 105.5 pounds.
The guy is skeletal. He's SO freakin' happy because he can run 2 hours each day like the wind and feels super light. But, hey...Skeletor...Ribby Skinbo...STOP already!
Hus-Bo, look, it's ok that you now weigh less than I do (actually, it isn't, but there's nothing I can do about it today). I like being soft and, since I am resigned to stick with this until I lose everything I want to, it's just going to be that way until these pounds melt away. Besides, you always make me feel very loved, sexy, and hot, so it's not that big a deal. But, seriously, you have got to let your body catch up to your loss and let your weight (what's left of it) redistribute.
I am glad you feel better. I am glad you are able to run as far as you want and still feel fantastic. I'm glad you are back in 34" Levis - and they are loose. I am glad that at your high school reunion you will look the same as you did 30 years ago...and that you will be WAY fitter and thinner than you-know-who. You beat him. So stop now, please. 'Cause I need something to squeeze.
I love you, Ribby Skinbo.
Peace and joy ~ Shannon