I am full of crap. No, honestly and literally. I rolled out of bed this morning and at one point weighed myself, 199.5lbs. I grumbled about how precariously close to 200 this was and continued on with my morning. I cleaned up the children and threw some food and juice in their general direction. My stomach belted out an operatic moan, rivaling the likes of Pavarotti. I broke into a cold sweat and ran to the restroom. OHHHHH YEAAAAA. That’s when the scale caught my eye. After dropping some friends off at the pool, I stepped back onto the scale. 197.5lbs, so you see my friends I truly am full of shit. And in the future when I don’t like what the scale says, I’ll just remind myself that my shoes weigh two pounds, as does my poop.