Tuesday, January 12, 2010
The Incredible Shrinking Ass
Here I am.
Posting my blog right after my first weekly weigh in at Weight Watchers. And I've got to tell you...
A friend from high school emailed me to wish me good luck and I responded, "You know...I really worked this program. I tracked everything, I exercised, I drank water, I prepared healthy meals and made healthy choices when I DID go out to dinner. If I get on that scale and don't get a positive result? Dude! I'm going to force feed my WW leader a box of Twinkies."
I know, I know...like it would be HER fault, right?
I'm such a dumbass.
This morning, I drove my slightly smaller ass to WW---and I knew it was smaller because I no longer have to pull my undies out of my butt crack---Yay! No more wedgies! HOLLA!!!
FOCUS, SALLY! FOCUS!
Anywho, like I was saying---I drove to WW, parked my car in the East Bum section of the parking lot (that means VERY FAR AWAY from the door, people...I've got to get that exercise in when I can), and walked in.
My favorite receptionist called me over and I did the WW strip down.
You know what I'm talking about, right? I put down the purse, took off the coat, took off the scarf, took off the gloves, took off the shoes, etc...and I finally hopped on the scale *insert blood curdling scream and dramatic music here*.
The receptionist looked at me and said, "Good for you! You've lost 4.4 pounds!"
And my immediate response (out loud) was, "Holy crap. This shit really works."
That's when she looked at me as if I was insane---Like DUH! No shit, it really works!
I have no idea why I was surprised. I just was.
Because I am a dumbass.
Albeit a slightly smaller dumbass...
Hubby lost five pounds this week just by eating what I'm eating. Little Bastard.
And my friend, Lou? Yeah...Well, he's on the bandwagon with us. He also lost five pounds this week. Little Bastard #2.