First let me say I make a mean whoopie pie...relatives and friends alike come from near and far to indulge in my decadent dark chocolate cake with sweet cream filling...
Secondly, let me say one of the benefits of keeping chickens is you always have someone to rant to...today being Wednesday, it is Weight Watcher weigh-in day. Lord have mercy, I lost a whooping .1 of a pound. You could have bowled me over with a feather. Seriously, I wanted to shout "you must be mistaken"..."the scales obviously need to be calibrated" come on... Never in my wildest dreams did I think it was going to be so difficult to lose twenty pounds. I exercise, have been completely faithful to the WW program, three weeks and I have only lost a little over four pounds...My friend...once again indulged in all forms of food no no's... I mean macaroni and cheese...pizza...big ole fat pork chops...brownies and pumpkin squares...yup...she lost...two and a half pounds...a little over eight pounds total...
so...okay...I admit it...I drove home...walked in the door...hung my coat up...kicked off my boots ...opened the frig...poured myself a big ole glass of cold milk...and savored every bite of my decadent delight...
girls I ranted...I do make a damn fine whoopie pie if I must say so...and tomorrow...well...it's another day...
Secondly, let me say one of the benefits of keeping chickens is you always have someone to rant to...today being Wednesday, it is Weight Watcher weigh-in day. Lord have mercy, I lost a whooping .1 of a pound. You could have bowled me over with a feather. Seriously, I wanted to shout "you must be mistaken"..."the scales obviously need to be calibrated" come on... Never in my wildest dreams did I think it was going to be so difficult to lose twenty pounds. I exercise, have been completely faithful to the WW program, three weeks and I have only lost a little over four pounds...My friend...once again indulged in all forms of food no no's... I mean macaroni and cheese...pizza...big ole fat pork chops...brownies and pumpkin squares...yup...she lost...two and a half pounds...a little over eight pounds total... 
so...okay...I admit it...I drove home...walked in the door...hung my coat up...kicked off my boots ...opened the frig...poured myself a big ole glass of cold milk...and savored every bite of my decadent delight...
girls I ranted...I do make a damn fine whoopie pie if I must say so...and tomorrow...well...it's another day...