Oh, God. Okay, I don’t mean that the way it looks. I was thinking about elevators.
Shut up, I was!
I’m just trying to think of creative ways to use the word “down.”
Anyway, I’m down 1.4 this week. And, yes, I’m up, down, up, down, up, down the same pound. But if I weren’t doing WW, and if I wasn’t in the WH, I’d be up, up, up, up, up, up.
So at least I’m stable.
There are clear advantages to parking in the overflow. You get a good walk. It’s much easier to back out of the lot. It’s much easier to get on the highway.
They had the door open in here, and I was just in my little tank for weigh in, so I was chilly. But they closed the door and I put on my jacket, so now I’m sweating.
I’m self-conscious of my bare arms, but I’m taking off my coat, anyway. We’re all here for similar reasons.
Maybe they’re not even that bad. I don’t know.
I’m self-conscious of everything. Except my eyes. I think I have pretty eyes.
Have to go. Talk later.