Yes, I paraphrased the Blues Brothers, and I have no shame for it. After not sleeping at all last night, I am entitled to a little humor. I couldn’t get my brain to shut down, maybe because it was still coming to grips with the fact that a 22 oz. porterhouse is 55 weight watchers points. But what does that really mean?
My normal point allotment for a day is 44 points, to cover breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a couple of snacks, so my dinner last night really put a walloping on my points. So much in fact! I didn’t record them, which I really should, because that would deduct from my weekly bank of 35 extra points. But since I hit Hooters on Monday evening, I think I have killed my extra points for the week. I am going to be really good the rest of the week, I promise to myself.
Fixing the bathroom ceiling is going to be a good workout, so that will help burn off some of the steak. My lovely wife, if you are listening, this is a good time to choose a new color for the bathroom. I am going to have to paint the patch anyway, might as well do the whole bathroom.
So what does all this have to do with losing weight? Not much, but like I said, it’s 6:15 AM, it’s dark outside, and I am wearing sunglasses. Have a good day folks