I'm a Loser

Weigh-in at WW confirmed that I'm down 5.2 Fleichmanns. That's my sister's word for pound. As in the magarine. I like the image. To imagine 5.2, 1lb. boxes stacked up on the kitchen table being equal to the lbs. I lost, works for me.

Of  course, I took myself out to lunch afterward to celebrate. It's OK to do that on weigh-in day. You have the rest of the week to make it up.

Last meeting, I bought a box of WW candy bars and ate all but 2. I took them out of my nightable and gave them to Millie. She said, "I get TWO?" She was impressed.

I liked the meeting. The leader was very skilled. She got us all involved in this week's poignant group discussion.  I left the meeting feeling a bit lighter. I took the stairs instead of the elevator.