The lady who takes the money at WW asked me how my week had been.
I wanted to say, "It was great until about 8:30 Tuesday morning, and since then it's been shot all to pieces, save the bright spot of reconnecting with old friends."
But I didn't.
I did, however, peek at the display on the scale as I weighed in, and, lo, there was much rejoicing.
Because it said 150 pounds!
(In all actuality, it said "149.8" but the nice WW lady rounded up. Thanks a lot, nice WW lady!)
(Yes, she has a name, and I know it, but doggone it, I've gotten into enough trouble around here this week already.)
I guess I shouldn't be too mad at the nice WW lady - when I lose more weight next week, it'll be even more dramatic.
Then again, my math skills are not what landed me a job a a journalist.
(On a slightly unrelated note, I still don't think of myself as a journalist. And I've been writing news stories for nearly three years now. I have a press pass! I'm going to Biloxi for the convention! How weird is that?)
Anyway - it's go time, girls. How are we doing?