As I was driving to get my brand new car looked at already, because I bring out the “check engine” light in every car I own, I had a thought. Well actually there was a whistling noise in my car and I was listening to Vanessa Carlton and I really thought a murder was hiding in my car and just outed himself because he couldn’t resist whistling along to 1000 miles. It was after that when I thought back on something I had said long ago. When I started wanting to work out and get on track I would say I dont give a shit what the scale says, as long as I look good. Well guess what?