Day #7

You win some, and you lose some. Today I'm a winner. See that picture above? That was my dinner--and I never even ate the orange. My motivation? A glass of wine after a 12 hour work day. And don't get all self righteous with me about scrimping on points so I can knock back a glass of wine after work. (Okay, two glasses.) If you haven't figured out by now, I live life large: I'm talking the 12oz bag of peanut M&Ms, the McChicken meal, the Franzia Chardonnay. (All of which likely got me in this mess in the first place, but hey.) So, I'm trading in the Healthometer for the scale that Eileen bought. Every day, her's goes down. She sends me messages that read "Down 1.4", "Did well, another 1.8," "I'm on a roll" and "I'm making wiser choices for dinner so as not to go over my points." WTF. Let's nominate her for WW Sainthood. On the other hand, my niece is more like me. Her messages read "gained a lb and felt bloated all day" and "didn't drink much water." (Read: I went to happy hour and drank a bunch of Bud Lights with my friends.) Love you, Brit; I always have.