There is something very wrong here. Every Friday, the TOPS group (Taking Off Pounds Sensibly) meets in our church fellowship hall. They are a rowdy bunch. Mean age= 72. Mean weight=over.
Today, after their meeting, the director (who is a stick chick and formerly 300 pounds) came upstairs to offer me a PLATE OF CHRISTMAS COOKIES!! Ok, I feel guilty sometimes bringing my breakfast past these ladies as they stand in line to weigh in, and they are trying to offer me contraband???
Best news ever: I politely refused. Me. I did not eat one chocolate morsel. My mouth drooled. My head screamed "EAT THE FREAKIN' COOKIES". I argued with myself for a whole 30 seconds. Then I heard the words come tumbling out of my mouth. "I can't".
DOH!
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Two blogs in one day? It must be a slow day in the office today.
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