After all I did wrong this last week, I have been granted a miracle. I call all miracles "Christmas Miracles." I don't know why. I just do. And I have to say it in an Elmo voice, just like on my daughter's favorite Elmo DVD.
So when I got to Weight Watchers on Saturday and found that I not only didn't gain weight, but had lost it, I felt like shouting out, "IT'S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!" in my best high-pitched Elmo impression.
I didn't actually say it though.
People tend to stare when I do.
I was very, very grateful to see that on my weight tracker when the kindly, old WW worker handed it back to me. I did do a little booty shaking though. There's always room for booty shaking.
I did a whole lotta things wrong this last week. I made many poor choices and few good ones. So I am very, very thankful to have a loss this week that I didn't truly earn.
I got my nails done to celebrate.
And I didn't bump them at all before they got dry. IT'S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!!
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