FPM

So, I nicknamed my weekly Weight Watchers meeting my Fat People Meeting, which is wrong on so many different levels.  It's mean, but I don't care: FPM makes me giggle, and to me that is important.  Not all the people at the meeting are fat, some are lifetime members that have reached their goal and continue to attend meetings for support.  Which is great, support is such a vital part to successful weightloss.  My progress for the last two weeks was not spectacular, but I am trying not to be bummed about it.  I missed a FPM, because of my eye injury, so my weigh in this week was for two weeks and I lost 2 pounds.  I am trying to be positive about it because any loss is good: I didn't put the weight on overnight, so I won't lose it overnight either.  Plus, I spent the better part of last week camped out on the sofa with a cold washcloth over my eyes.  I should be jumping up and down, shouting "Boo Yah!" to my fat. 

Not really related, but begging to be shared: I like to eat oatmeal, it is tasty.  Oatmeal is like ice cream, but hot and oaty.  What I mean is you can put fun toppings on it like you would for an ice cream sundae. I am usually a fruit and nuts kind of girl (haha!), but sometimes chocolate is required.  This morning I made my oatmeal, topped it with 8 pecans - chopped, a teaspoon of raw sugar, and half a teaspoon of cinnamon.  Then I poured my hot Irish breakfast blend tea on it.  Seriously.  I just stood there and stared at it for a minute, trying to decide if I should dump it and start over or mix it up and eat it anyway.  Then a stroke of genius hit me: drain it over the sink.  Okay, maybe not the stroke of genius you were expecting, more like stroke of common sense.  I don't know what was going on in my brain this morning.  Tea doesn't go on oatmeal!