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Sorry for the delay in the update. I’m still working on the “new weight-loss-blog” concept; we’re naming it over at Big Fat Deal.
I went to a meeting last Sunday, not my usual meeting, and the meeting leader was hideously irritating. She had a squeaky voice and a high-pitched machine-gun laugh, and she laughed after every “joke” she made. It was so shrill and horrible, you have no idea. I will never go to a Sunday meeting again.
We had to fill out this stupid form, featuring letters of the alphabet. After eat letter we had to write a “non-gym activity” that we could do during the week. Other people wrote things like “P: Park the car farther away” and “S: Skip rope.” I wrote “B: Blow jobs” and “W: Wave your hands in the air like you just don’t care.” Needless to say, I did not share my responses with the group.
Also, I gained a pound last week. However, as Ian pointed out to me, what with all the parties and events and Hawaiian food and pizza and candy and pasta and wine, it was kind of like losing five pounds. This week has been far better; yesterday I finally hit my points target dead-on for the first time since I went back to Weight Watchers, it seems like. Go team me!
[As an aside, I got some pita chips from the office vending machine one incredibly busy day, because they had all this healthy stuff written on the front—all natural, no trans fat, only three ingredients, all that—but it turns out that the chips are: 1) About 8 points per bag, and 2) Really fucking good, as you might imagine. Now I have frequent moments of temptation surrounding the pita chips. I don’t normally care for chips. It’s very unfair that in trying to make a healthy choice, I stepped on a pita chip land mine.]
[Ironically, or not, I just got distracted by free food being offered upstairs. The food was gone, but there were still bottles of wine. I got two bottles of wine. Aren’t ad agencies fun?]
I forget what the hell I was going to say. Oh, I didn’t join the gym either, but I did put my gym clothes in my car. One step closer!
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