The bad news: I need to lose weight.
The good news: I rejoined Weight Watchers.
Bad news: No weight loss as yet (2 days) and I'm hungry. Hungry. My little dog is running from me because I have that "hungry like a wolf" look in my eye. Literally.
Good news: I'm sticking to my 19 pts.
The really bad news: College Daughter who works at Ritters Frozen Custard keeps bringing home "mistakes" that were made on her shift. Here's what's in my freezer:
1 small cup of butter pecan
10 oz mud sundae, consisting of chocolate custard and 2 pumps of chocolate syrup and half a pump of peanut butter. It's supposed to have marshmallows, but she put more peanut butter on it instead by mistake. "Mistake" comes home to my freezer.
8. 5 oz 2 scoop vanilla sundae with hot fudge, bananas, and a little bit of peanuts, which skinny Daughter scraped off because she doesnt' "really like peanuts." Why is it in my freezer? It was supposed to be served in a waffle bowl, not a styrofoam container. Shame.
So I am eating my bitter veggies and counting the dressing, while a cornucopia of the thickest, creamiest stuff you can imagine sits in my freezer. Am I in purgatory?
Behold the Grizzly Cub, the Peanutbutter Mountain, the Turtle Sundae