"One stitch."

While I don't really ever go to the movies, the movies I do see stick with me for awhile.  This explains why when I weighed in this week at WW, all I could hear was the ER doctor in Adventures in Babysitting telling Brad he only needed "One stitch" in his foot after he was stabbed by the gang dude.  You have to hear it.  I lost one pound.  One lonely, solitary little pound.  BUT - I am not upset by this.  As a friend pointed out to me..a loss is a loss.

I can't even really complain, because it's not like I was starving all week.  I had a few drinks on the 3rd.  And the 4th.  And the 5th.  I went out to eat several times.  I did not exercise.  All in all, a pound is actually pretty lucky.  I tracked MOST of my points, but wasn't a fanatic about it.  I did however make it the whole week (and then some) without ordering a pizza.  Can I get a hell yeah?!?!?

This week has been going better.  I discovered I like Trader Joe's Kalamata Olive hummus.  I have packed my lunch two days in a row.  I cooked Thai food last night, and even put vegetables in it!

I've still got my head in the game, so that is the good news.  10 pounds to go till I reach my 1st goal!