Okay, so yesterday, i.e. weigh-in Monday, I was not doing my usual jaunt down to WW. Nope, I was sitting in Joy's Country Skillet about three hours outside of New York watching through a greasy window as the snow fell and having this conversation:Hubs: What do you think is worse--a Waffle with two eggs and bacon or a grilled pastrami and swiss with fries?
Me: Worse?
Hubs: You know, the most points.
Hmm...Meanwhile, I was wondering if the meatloaf was made with lean meat. (Don't worry--I didn't ask!) So...there are no weigh-in results. I seemed a bit down on my own scale (I opted for a bowl of Beef Barley & a Greek Salad), but, I've never been one to count my chickens (or maybe I am: about a point an ounce), or for that matter, my chicken fried steak (about a million points an ounce).
In other news, Eva and I have a giant playdate to watch the inauguration today. Yes, it's true: one can simultaneously breastfeed and watch history unfold. And here I had started to think of myself as a one-trick pony!
5 comments:
I was wondering what happened to you! Meanwhile, my scale is not budging...maintaining, but not budging. I can't possibly be on a plateau after 1 week!!!
i lost no weight this week. i'm looking to obama to change all that.
no weight loss here, either!! What is up??
mom
my week one left me at x-12!
and, i found a letter last night that reminded me of smashed fairies and those dangling foil stars....
X-12!!! AND dangling foil stars. Goodness, I miss you. Congratulations. Much love.
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