Well, the gods must have smiled upon me and forgiven me my sins, because I was down 2.5 pounds. That got me another gold star and brought my total to 20.3! Still, I don’t think I’ll risk that again real soon.
:: doing the happy dance ::
Congrats on the 20 pound loss, demi!!!
Woo-hoooo!
Many thanks! 
I usually weigh in on Wednesdays at noon. I love the leader/weighers/desk person at that time. I’m done before I know it and can sit down to enjoy a meeting lead by the best dang WW leader ever.
Sadly, I’m in training today, so I went to weigh in early at 7:00 AM. Every time I’ve done this in the past I’ve noticed the same flaws in the human beings who run this meeting.
- The desk person is slower than molasses.
- The weigher I usually get is neither a) sympathetic or b) contgratulatory. If I lose weight, she says nothing. If I gain weight, she comments in a negative way… nothing terrible, but little passive-agressive comments.
- The leader is way too peppy and screechy for a 7:30 AM meeting.
The leader can be forgiven for her inequities. The other two should be banished to the planet Buttnugget for deep anal flossing.
Today I lost my temper with the weigher. I stepped on the scale, she didn’t say anything for thirty seconds or so, then says, “Can this be right?”
I was like, “Yes, I know I gained. I think I weighed 155 last week.”
She says, “That’s not what it says here.” I peer over her shoulder and see that I weighed 153.8 last week.
“Well, that’s about a 5 pound gain,” I say.
<More later… I’m in training.>
So? What happened?