Celebrating

I weighed in today (for Weight Watchers, not my heavy weight title match against Tyson) and I LOST FOUR POUNDS!  Phyllis, my friendly neighborhood WW cashier/scale Nazi, was extremely excited for me.  I am quite relieved after the last hellish weigh-in.  I was sure if I gained this week I would stop at the corner store for frosted sugar cookie, large Coke, and a hot dog with lots of mustard, ketchup, and onions (mmmm, mayo, too, if I’m lucky).

Anywho, B and I are leaving WWs and celebrating by high-fiving and dancing to my lively rendition of Wannabe.  Yes, the one by the Spice Girls, why are you judging me?  We were silently accosted by a crotchety old couple.  Why the bitterness?  Is it a crime to teach my son the classics?  Killjoys.

Driving home, it was like a miracle from the fat (and possibly gay) gods:  my iPod came to the exact song we were celebrating to.  B insisted we listen to it a second time for good measure, you see he is choreographing an interpretive dance and wanted to make sure the second verse flowed well. 

I must keep up my refound healthy ways.  Now, off to pilates…