So Phil and I have been going to Weight Watchers. He wants to lose some, and while I would also like to lose some, I mostly don't want to gain some. Psychologically I'm in that place right now where I just want to go BRING ME A TROUGH OF MEXICAN FOOD RIGHT NOW SO I CAN PLANT MY FACE IN IT AND EAT UNTIL I'M DEAD.
You know how it goes.
Anyway. We had weigh-in this morning, and I was worried I would be over my limit, which means I'd have to pay money--even if I was like an ounce and a small breath of air over my target weight. So before I left the house, I honestly took off all the clothes I could w/o being absolutely nude. I tried to be as lean as possible. Like, I would have cut all my hair off and pulled out some molars and amputated a limb, too, if I'd had time. Also, I didn't eat or drink anything, even though I ran four miles before weigh-in, which meant I was so weak I had to crawl through the Weight Watchers door on my belly. Like G.I. Joe.
But! It worked! I was RIGHT ON THE FREAKING MONEY. So yeah. I'm glad I didn't cut a leg off this morning. That would have sucked.
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I have been known to take out my earrings before weigh in.
ha ha ha ha ha ha--it's so true
ah ha ha ha ha ha!!!
Bah! I love you.
Remember in high school when the wrestlers would wear hoodies and sweats in the 90+ degree heat and walk around spitting in a paper cup so they could "make weight"? It could be worse.
OOOOOhh, where's that trough of Mexican food??
I have no shame in going all nude on my own scale. Hey, who's reading this blog?
Too bad the nurse girl in the Dr. hallway doesn't put a black-out screen around that stupid scale so I could strip down. I think it's funny how I always want to apologize or make reasons for the numbers that show up, no matter what they are.
Collins and I were just laughing our heads off as we read this post.
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