So last night Jennifer and I went to WeightWatchers, and she’s lost 5 lbs and I’ve gained 4.2. So I officially weigh more than my sister who gave birth 10 weeks ago. Holy shit. And the best part is that I only have myself to blame… all those hotel-room smores, Mexican food, pizza, not one but TWO trips to Kilwin’s Candy, more than a few beers this past weekend… oh yeah, I said hello to those beers last night on the scale. The WeightWatchers lady actually grimaced when she looked at my weight. She grimaced, and asked me if there was any other articles of clothing that I could take off… because being fat AND naked is better than being just fat?
This is fun. I don’t know about ya’ll, but I’m just enjoying life these days.