Ok, so obviously my "don't worry be happy" approach to weight loss didn't work.
On the bright side, the week which contained my birthday, Anna Marie's first day of school, an election, and several public meetings, didn't cause me to gain any weight.
On the other hand (like the mixed metaphors?) it didn't cause me to lose any either.
In short - I'm still at 159. I'm beginning to think the scale is broken.
Or I am.
Well, maybe after a week off - during which I still didn't go either hog wild or pig crazy - I can get down to brass tacks.
And at least another half pound.
(Hey - a thought just occurred to me. Unlike most modern WW centers, we've still got the old doctor's scales. What if I'm losing like a tenth of a pound each week, and it just hasn't added up yet? Well, it was worth a try!)
P.S. - Seems the Peyton in Anna Marie's class isn't her Arch Nemesis. It's another Peyton. Who shares her Doritos at lunch. Today I asked Anna Marie what color the bag was (trying to figure out if they were at least baked) and she said, "Yellow, like they're supposed to be. Did you think they weren't baked?"
What has gotten in to my kid?