I took my sanity in my hands and took both of 'em (solo) to the 4:20 pm show of Horton Hears a Who this afternoon. Surprisingly, no one puked, screamed in fear, or wet themselves. Popcorn was eaten, hands were held and at last a director finally managed to sit on Jim Carrey so he didn't make me want to hunt him down with a trank gun. Thumbs up!
AND, stunningly, both of 'em ate dinner (after all that late popcorn) took a fun bath, and were out by 8:20 pm. I am a ROCK STAR. And full of hubris, so I'll probably be up at 2 am, 4 am, and 5 am, for my pride.
On the WW front, I lost 5.2 pounds in the first week, then missed two meetings in a row, during which time my grandmother died and I had to attend a business trip in Phoenix on the heels of her funeral. Let's just say it wasn't my best two weeks of managing the points system.
However, based on Grandma's scale, I did lose another 5 pounds in that second week, so if I didn't gain all ten back eating for four in Phoenix, then I'll still be ahead of the game on Weds when I finally get to weigh in again. The thing I can't figure out is: I bought a 12-week series of meetings, so do the two I missed get tacked on to the end or is it you-missed-'em-too-bad, as it would be if it were, say, a class. I guess I'll find out on Wednesday.