The End of Week 1

It's official: Brit and I have broken away from the Church of The Amazing Loser. The Saint (aka Eileen) finished up her first week with a 6.8lb loss. Adding salt to the wound, she said that she "needs to start exercising." At this rate, she's going to reach her weight loss goal by mid-week. The Saint's a bitch, plain and simple. Meanwhile I'm on the Pilates mat just about every night, and many mornings I hoof it around the lake near my house. Before you scoff at my morning walk, you might want to take into consideration that I live at the top of the "Grinch Who Stole Christmas" hill. (Think I'm kidding? Come visit sometime.) So today was the day of reckoning, and I stripped down to my birthday suit to give myself every advantage (being careful to avoid any contact with a mirror), and I stepped on the Healthometer. Total weight loss? 1.1 lbs. That's the thanks I get for a week's worth of 4 point WW meals, celery sticks, and popcorn till it comes out my ears. Brit brought up the rear by .01, logging in a 1 lb weight loss. But she's my kind of girl. To boost start next week's loss, she's switching from Bud Light to vodka when she hits the town tonight. Like auntie, like niece. Love you, girl. Remember, Brit, slow and steady wins the race. Enjoy your night and have one for me.