Damn! Back up to 217 this morning on the Weight Watchers' scale at the Aerie. I checked when I came home last Sunday and the correction factor I was using for the scale up north seemed relatively good. I must, therefore, blame Terry's cooking. (And a light activity schedule.)
Shoot, this has been like Groundhog Day.
But at least I'm not resorting to hospital stays and having parts removed in order to lose weight. Then again, I don't have three kids hauling in half a ton of Halloween candy as temptation either.
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Hang in there! We could always arrange for for the removal of some unneeded body parts.
I think Wyatt was getting a tummy tuck. HA! (kidding...)
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