Dub-dubs

So I went to Weight Watchers. And I'm fat, but you all knew that already.

But...I'm fatter than two weeks ago. I've gained two pounds.

*Sigh*

Note to self: you can't eat Red Robin, Claim Jumper, BJ's (that restaurant's name is endlessly entertaining to my husband), Zito's, McDonalds, Golden Spoon and three boxes of Trix cereal and not gain weight.

*Sigh again*

Well, shit.

Back to oatmeal and Nature Valley bars.

But here's a fun story:

There's a couple in my meeting, and they're just about the cutest, most perfectly loving couple I've ever seen. They bike together, and cook together, and walk together, and take craps together and who knows what else, but dammit, if they aren't just blissfully happy with each other.

So Perfect Guy & Perfect Girl are talking to our WW leader today, because of course he's lost 104 pounds in six weeks, and she's just 'maintaining' because she's all of 5'2" and 98 pounds, and the leader asks them how their kids are dealing with having to eat better. And Perfect Girl answers, and I shit you not:

"Well, what I do is, I put a plate of raw veggies on the table, because they're usually starving by the time they get home, so they can just grab them and snack. Then, I refill the plate for dinner, and we put it out with some dips, and they just snack on raw veggies most of the time."

*Blink, blink*

WHAT? Well, how freaking Martha Stewart are you, Perfect Girl? You put a tray of vegetables out for your kids when they come home? You're actually home when your kids come home? And you don't just hand them the whole bag of Sun Chips and tell them to go to town? I suppose next you're going to tell me that they actually drink water too, aren't you? Liar.

The Perfect Couple needs to die.

I'm going to find some cinnamon rolls.