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…