My incredibly crappola weigh in

I don't know how everyone did on Saturday since Robyn and I had to get weighed in on Friday. I will say that my weigh in made me cry, literally. I wasn't that bad last week, and I guess my body is probably going into one of those getting-used-to-current-weight modes that I haven't had in a while and that I suppose is good for it, but god damn. There is no possibly way now that I will reach the vacation goal I had set for myself. I am angry and frustrated and depressed. I have not given up, I don't want anyone to think that I have, I still counted my points all weekend and never once went for Ben & Jerry's ice cream or a dove chocolate bar, though there were opportunities for sure. And I did not let it ruin my weekend at all. It just pretty much ruined the first hour after it happened, when luckily I had Robyn there to console me and talk me out of stopping at McDonald's for a Sausage McMuffin.

It also pissed me off that the lady weighing me in told me that I went up "a little". Ok, I know that WW receptionists are supposed to be all empathetic and everything, but when someone tells me I went "up a little" I expect less than a pound. So when I look at my card and see something that's way over two pounds, I am indeed going to burst into tears. You WW employees and ww-to-be employees keep that in mind please!