My nerves are working overtime today.
Tonight is my Weight Watchers meeting, which normally wouldn’t be cause for any additional concern, except that last week I was .6 pounds away from goal.
Yep, that’s right. Tonight I could be at my goal weight. My goal weight!!
And wouldn’t that be exciting? I would get to add extra points to each day (read: more chocolate) and I would be on my way to becoming a Lifetime member.
Even more exciting is that Hubs has promised to buy me this when I get to my goal:
Okay, maybe you’re thinking “big whoop”, but this is a camera lens that I’ve been drooling over for months.
I think the lens is making more nervous than the actual weigh-in.
I wish I could booze before my meeting, but I don’t think that would help me get my lens.
PostScript: F*** Weight Watchers. Just kidding. It didn’t happen this week, but I’m still hopeful. I’m going to get that lens, damn it.