I just got back from my Weight Watchers meeting. Before I tell you about my weigh-in, I'd like to say that I'm no coward, y'all. I think I deserve a chocolate bar just for showing up there the week after Thanksgiving. I'll take a Kit Kat, thankyouverymuch.
Lately, I've been pretty quiet about my weight loss efforts. The reason for that is simple. I am not a weight loss blogger and I don't pretend to be. I make no secret of the fact that I've struggled with my weight FOREVER, and I'm in no position to preach to the choir about walking away from the chocolate, when many times, I don't choose to do so myself (Dear Chocolate, I heart you).
As a matter of fact, the other day, when questioned about what it is that I write about, I answered, "I'm just an incredibly youthful looking, normal gal (hehe) who writes about everything....you know, everyday life...like how I sometimes want to stab people, how some people are whores, and how my pursuit of a smaller ass is never ending."
Incidentally, the person who asked me this question was Jason, the awesome sales associate at a local candle store, who upon hearing my response said, "OH MY GOD! YOU ARE MY SOUL MATE!"
Clearly, Jason is a man with flawless taste.
Anywho, since I've been exercising like a mad dog lately (at 5:30am, for those of you who know how much of a friggin morning person I am) and making the healthiest food choices possible, I was thrilled to find out that I've maintained my weight through Thanksgiving and into this week. Plus, in the last few weeks, I've managed to attain this:
Sweet niblets! It's only a matter of time before I'm wearing a thong on a public beach!
You heard me.
Before I leave you to continue on with my incredibly exciting day (Tonight I'm roasting spaghetti squash AND brussel sprouts! WHO'S A WILD WOMAN?! I AM! I AM!), I just want to tell you what happened to me after the meeting, when I met up with the Hubster at work.
I walked into his office to tell him how my weigh-in went. Then, I said, "Hey, today there was talk around the Weight Watchers meeting room about my working for the company! The district manager was there and she said that she seriously wants me to consider IT because...SHE LOVES ME." It's probably because I'm sooooo awesome.
"Ummmm....Yeah? No. It's probably more because she knows that you can talk a dog off a meat wagon."
I like my explanation better.