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.
I have been known to take out my earrings before weigh in.
ReplyDeleteha ha ha ha ha ha--it's so true
ReplyDeleteah ha ha ha ha ha!!!
ReplyDeleteBah! I love you.
ReplyDeleteRemember 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??
ReplyDeleteI have no shame in going all nude on my own scale. Hey, who's reading this blog?
ReplyDeleteToo 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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