Man. What is wrong with me? Is getting married not enough of an incentive to lose weight? To eat right? Arrrgh. I am disgusted with myself. Well, I’ve had enough and this week I’m back to counting points obsessively. How am I ever going to live without Weight Watchers if I gain every time I stop counting points? Blagh. Argh. Grrrr.

Anyway. Had a great weekend with my mom. We did have steak on Saturday night. Not that steak in itself is going to cause me to gain two pounds in a week, but it doesn’t help. We did shop a lot. You’d think walking around stores and trying on clothes might be considered aerobic activity, even strength training, but alas. I guess not. (However, I did actually go to the gym Friday and Monday and yesterday so it’s not like I’ve been slacking in that regard.)

My first dress fitting is a week from Saturday. I have ten days to get down to the lowest size I can be before the wedding. Pun intended – fat chance. Thank god for things that suck you in.