I want candy...

So, I'm having a problem adhering to Weight Watchers.  For one, I'm hungry.  For two, I have no self control.

For three, my clothes all still fit, more or less...

Except - I've been shopping for swimwear.  And, what can I say?  What's the word I'm looking for?

I believe as Cathy would say, "Ack!'

So the problem is, my cup runneth over. It runneth over a lot.

And I have a belly.  And that's making things a little tough.

But here's the thing.  I want ice cream.  Or cookie dough.  Or, cookie dough ice cream...


Remember about a paragraph back?  No self control.

I'm also getting things together for New Orleans.  I found a not too hideous, not too expensive maxi dress at WalMart, and I bought it.  Even hemmed it (badly) myself.

I'm kind of stoked.   If I could find a damn swim suit.

Specifically, a tankini top.  I have a tankini bottom, I can get board shorts to cover the wobbly lower half... but my kingdom for a top that uplifts and covers all in one.

And doesn't cost more than about $30.

Uh, yeah.  Good luck with that, sister.

I know, I know.

But short of a massive case of C Diff, I'm not dropping 20 pounds in 2 weeks.

I could go lick a stair rail at a hospital... see what happens...

Or, I could go get some fro-yo.