Things have gotten a little out of hand. The fat jeans are no longer the fat jeans, if you know what I'm saying. I stopped recognizing myself in grocery store mirrors weeks ago. But it was the pic of two ham like arms and breasts that hung approximately to my knees that made me go into cardiac arrest. And also made me start Weight Watchers. I have a theory that EVERYONE knows Weight Watchers. And the "points". So I joined the website. I put in the points consumed at the Tea House for a baby reception. I thought it was the responsible thing to do. Why not find out how many points were left before dinner... because... after all... I wouldn't want, you know, to go OVER.
Daily Points allowed: 25
Daily points consumed by 2:00 in the afternoon: 72
Goodbye cruel world