not good enough (lyn)

Gail and I go to Weight Watchers.  I arrive early and shed my watch, my scrunchie, and even my skirt.  I’m down 1.2 pounds from last week, though I was expecting my loss to be more.  I even try another scale at Weight Watchers and the result is the same: 124.4.  About three more pounds to go.

I come home and toss the remaining lemon bars.