Week # Whatever

I know what you're thinking: she hasn't posted in a while because she's abandoned the Weight Watchers program and returned to her old, slovenly ways. So what if that's true? Which, frankly, some days it is, and some days it ain't. I'm coming off an "it is" weekend, but prior to that, I was doing okay--if you don't count the small bag of peanut M&Ms I fell prey to at work the other day, or the McChicken meal I had as a way to jumpstart my weekend. Because, unlike some other people I know, I'm human. The Saint up there in the northern climes dashes off little messages of encouragement each day, as her scale continues to go down. "Hope you ladies are being good" and "remember, this sweatshirt weather won't be here forever" and "we're going to have to show some skin." To make matters worse, she's already met her weight loss goal for February and we're only halfway through the month. Well, whoop dee do. And while The Saint munches celery sticks on her treadmill, the other Human (aka the Niece) took off for warmer weather down south with a friend. Last few posts I saw from her talked about doing lemon drop shots and knocking back some southern moonshine. Hang on, Brit, I'll be right down!