Just as a brief addition to yesterday’s post, in the category of “life is not fair”:
During the 1st week of my participation in Weight Watchers, in which I faithfully counted points and ate only what I was supposed to, I lost 2.2 pounds. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy with that,and if I lose that much every week, I’ll be ecstatic.
Last night at dinner, John asked me quietly, but with a slight smug smirk on his face, “Is it going to piss you off if I tell you how much weight I lost this week?” Of course I said yes, but I had to know anyway.
This would be my husband John, who really doesn’t need to lose weight, and who sort of followed the program but didn’t count points, and ate other crap besides.
He lost 7 freaking pounds.
It’s enough to make me want to go eat donuts.