I had a fantastic weekend: UTB, dancing, napping. I’ll tell you all about it later — my corporate overlords have me cornered in a meeting until 2:00 p.m. today.
As always the first step of the weekend was my Weight Watchers meeting and weigh-in. I lost another three pounds!
That means I’m just 3.2 pounds from my Weight Watchers goal weight!
When I was born in 1968, I was impatient and popped out a month prematurely, and I weighed 3-something pounds. There’s some weird parallel there…
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