I’ve been not so good with my eating. It turns out emotionally eating a pound of cheese and a large bag of potato chips every afternoon has consequences in the pantsal area. WHO KNEW? I joined Weight Watchers for the month to help me get back to my regular fitting pantsal area.
Two weeks later:
And then I died. And then I quit Weight Watchers from the grave. The end.
If you see me in New York, I will be the one eating all of the cheese.