After a holiday weekend, which presents a weight-removal challenge to many, I stepped on the scale this evening with limited confidence. I didn't expect much due to last week's amazing 2.8 drop, plus we had in-laws over for the Fourth of July weekend. I was just hoping to crest 20 pounds, which I could've done with -1.2 or more.
Did I ever. The scale indicated yet another 2.8 pounds vanished over the past week. Good gawd on a Pogo-Ball.
Okay, I had off work today - slept 'till the crack of noon - and all I consumed today was a 7-point Lean Cuisine pepperoni pizza. That, and four servings of ice water. I'm sure that didn't exactly hurt tonight's weigh-in.
I've consumed lots and lots of water. Kept within my point limits. Done those things right. 12 points' worth of activity, on top of that.
Grand total as I begin week #10 of Weight Watchers: -22.6 pounds.
On a somewhat related note: The WW meetings in Rincon are held at Goshen United Methodist Church just outside of town on Highway 21.
The below picture, I swear to you on a stack of, ummmmm, Cokesbury Hymnals?, is exactly how we saw these items on their "This-Do-In-Remembrance-Of-Me Table." Neither of us posed them; these are how they looked:
My Child, Take This Grape Juice For It Is My Blood. And My Body Is This Stale Loaf of Bread Next To It. Amen. Oh, and don't forget to grease my felt-lined brass urn. Glory.
This is one big reason I'm not comfortable as a Protestant. The Bible clearly says wine. W-I-N-E. WINE.
Grape juice and week-old deli bread as proxy for Christ?? And you think I'm being blasphemous??!!
Ciao for niao.
--Talmadge "272.6" Gleck
Chris Cornell, My mom, and Me
5 weeks ago