.2 - at least it’s not my BAC
Besides not being jacked up to go to Vegas, I am also a bit disappointed at today’s weigh in. I’ve been doing Weight Watchers since the end of February (33 weeks thank you very much) and have never gained an ounce at official weigh in. That is, until today. A whopping .2 lbs. Yes, that’s point 2. I know, stop tripping, right? You don’t know me very well then, because I AM TOTALLY TRAUMATIZED. I beat myself up all the way home and then proceeded to eat a bunch of these tortilla chips that I swear are the reason why I gained that point two. (Damn you, Trader Joe’s Spicy Flax Tortilla Chips, you taste just like Doritos!) All I know is that after my episode with the tortilla chips, I need a drink.
And thank God, that will happen tonight. I am going to the sold-out Pinback CD release show at the Belly Up in Solana Beach. And maybe, just maybe, I will get to hang out with The Guy I Really Like.
And then I’ll be able to get over myself and get back on plan. Tomorrow is another day and I’m coming back thinner, damn it!
