I’m just getting so teeny tiny

I weighed in at Weight Watchers this morning and was pleasantly surprised to discover that 1.8 more pounds of me have gone poof.

I wasn’t sure what to expect because I’m currently masquerading as the poster girl for PMS and I wasn’t sure if that would be reflected on the scale.

I had to stand in line for a while this morning before I could weigh in. I made the following observation:

The bathroom at Weight Watchers is a popular place and I don’t like to think about what people might be doing in there. One lady had to go to the bathroom before she’d agree to step on the scale.

I don’t know how much the average pee-pee weighs but if that’s all that’s between her, a box of Krispy Kremes and a bell tower, she might want to re-think her weekly weight loss goals because she’s not leaving herself a big enough margin for error.

I didn’t stay for the meeting because I heard someone say it would last an hour and I clearly have better things to do. I managed to sneak out without having to make up any excuses for why I couldn’t stay (although I was prepared to say I was on my way to the gynecologist).

For lunch today I WAS going to treat myself to a grilled cheese sandwich. I used real butter but I did choose 2% milk cheddar cheese because I can’t tell the difference between it and the full fat kind. I also used my 1 point bread. It’s not 1 point because it’s fake diet bread filled with air. It’s only 1 point because the slices aren’t huge like the kind I buy for everyone else in this household.

However, I stepped away to blog a little and when I smelled something burning I ran to the stove to discover my grilled cheese was black and smoking (see visual aid at the top of this post). And there’s no more of my bread. And not quite enough butter to make another one anyway. And have I mentioned I have PMS? Is it to much to ask to have one little mother effing grilled cheese sandwich on weigh day? Is It???? I know it’s my own fault but now I’m stuck here in a stinky kitchen with no gooey, cheesy goodness.

My dad called this morning to tell me he and Debby were planning on picking up a birthday cake to have after we all go to dinner Saturday night (because apparently I‘m turning 8). I told him that was very nice but I was saving my WW points for going out to dinner both Saturday and Sunday night. Of course I’m also saving a bunch of them for wine (hello? It’s my birthday weekend) and if there’s a smack down between cake and cabernet, the wine is going to win every time.

That’s all I’ve got for today. I’m off in search of a lunch that’s still within my WW points budget and doesn’t suck. Maybe I’ll go to Krispy Kreme.