Wait, don't judge me. Yet.
My meetings are every Wednesday morning when the Yoys are at school.
Little E awoke this morning with a touch of emphysema, so I kept him out of school.
This week Mr. Yoy and I had a very full social calendar. We went to many parties and ate many bad things and drank many glasses of wine (mostly me). But I was very diligent with my exercising and staying on plan the rest of the time, so I really wanted to go to my meeting and see my weight loss.
My original plan was to weigh in and leave. Last time I popped in for a weigh in with Little E, he thought we were at the doctor's office and cried the whole time. I had low hopes it would be different this time.
But it was.
After weigh in (BOTH OF US, BUT NOT AT THE SAME TIME!), Little E walked right over to the meeting area and sat in a chair. I guess we were staying.
I told my meeting leader we'd see how Little E did, but we'd probably be leaving shortly.
I told Little E he needed to be quiet.
I BE QUIET. I BE QUIET. I BE QUIET.
Little E told me all about how quiet he was. The irony was not lost on me.
SNACK CUP! SNACK CUP!
Great, now I was the chick breaking out goldfish crackers during a meeting filled with hungry people. As Little E chomped away, the aroma of cheddar waifed through Weight Watchers. Stomachs rumbled.
READ THIS! READ THIS!
He handed me the Weight Watchers weekly pamphlet. Why won't Little E just listen to our leader and then I wouldn't have to read it?
But we made it, and everyone complemented Little E on his behavior and speaking ability.
Boy, did we fool them!
Everyone welcome our newest member, Little E.
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