I Want to Break Free

I want to break free
I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies
You're so self satisfied I don't need you
I've got to break free
God knows, God knows I want to break free

2... that is the magic number that was first on the scale this morning.  I have been a weighing-in junkie.  A self-professed, self-confessed, self-obsessed weight watcher.  Pun intended.  I have driven my boyfriend insane as he hears me weight myself both morning and night.  Twice each time.  Just to be sure.  Fortunately our scale makes a very loud beep when you turn it on (no, I have neither the desire nor knowledge to turn it off) so he gets to enjoy the morse code of my heft.  Do not ask for whom the bell tolls... it tolls for me.

But that number - that glorious even (and prime) number - was well worth the wait/weight.  I am now 100 pounds away from my goal of 199.  I have broken through the barrier to the next weight century.  Indeed, Ive broken free.  Those small beeps (two beeps, twice a day) are my sound barrier.  Boom.