This was the most flattering thing to pop up on Google images when I typed in "231.8." Other things included the movie poster for the "Antz" movie and, hitting closest to home, a man with an opened shirt and his belly spilling out over his lap in a plane seat. I'm good with "Doctor Who."
That's how much I weigh. In pounds, no less.
This is one of those rare occasions I feel we really should've jumped on the Metric Express with the rest of the world so today's post title would read "105.4." But oh, well, there ya have it two hundred thirty one pounds and some flabby change.
Anyway, that's the official weigh-in from yesterday's Dubya Dubya meeting, my first since I joined on Jan. 25, when I weighed in at 229.2. For those who suck at math more than I do, that's a gain of 2.6 pounds.
Angela, the group leader for Tuesday evenings, was the first to speak to me -- something along the lines of "Where have you been?" I felt like I owed her an apology, but I just laughed and said something like, "Awww ... well ... OK, thanks." Sadly, that's a typical response when I don't have time to script things out.
So I weigh, didn't pass out or throw something at anyone in disgust, and I grabbed a seat in the sanctuary. No one else probably calls it that, but it just came to me. Perhaps divine intervention? Hmm ...
Anyhoo, the meeting was awesome as always, as Angela is quite the little go-getting, spirit-rousing leader. LOVE that woman. Not in a crazy, somebody-call-the-police kinda way but, ya know, a healthy respect. I left there ready to start anew. Instead of meeting friends out and about, I drove home, cooked some dinner and lunch for the next day, and watched "Glee" and three-fourths of "The Proposal." I know they're allegedly just friends, but I'm really hoping Ryan and Sandra get hitched and make a baby. It'd be really pretty and funny, don'tcha think?
So far today, things have gone very well. Already calculated my points, and I have 29 left to use -- can't WAIT to get home and use them! Kidding (no I'm not). Shall I have beans and rice this evening, or whole wheat penne with shrimp and marinara? Choices, choices, choices.
Peace, love and metric systems ... XOXO
