Water Retention is my ENEMY!!!

I went on down to my weekly Weight Watchers meeting yesterday.  I was fairly confident in a good number, as I had cheated and checked my weight at home the day before.  My scale (whom I will now refer to as "The Deceiver") told me I was down 3 pounds.  The Weight Watchers scale (which I will call "The Ugly Truth-Teller), said I was down 0.8 pounds.  Was I pleased with this reading?  Not so much. 

I have to realize, however, that sometimes that yucky bloated feeling means I am retaining water, and that might mean I weigh a little more on those days.  So, while I am still angry with "The Deceiver" and more than a little annoyed with "The Ugly Truth-Teller," I know I did my best last week.  I stayed active (although I only made it once to the sweat-pit we call the gym), and remained within my points range.  I recorded everything, and again, did not even touch my extra weekly points allowance. 

Guess what?  I touched my extra points allowance last night!  I deserve it, gosh darn it!  And who knows...maybe my body is actually asking for a few extra calories to keep my metabolism up.  Of course, it's not like I used those extra points on protein and complex carbs.  Let's just say I let myself enjoy a couple brewskies while shooting pool and singing karaoke.  Ahh beer.  How I have foresaken thee in these recent months.  It was nice to visit with you last night.  Maybe we can have a brief interlude this coming weekend, but I daresay we shall not have such a lengthy encounter when next we meet.

I definitely earned my activity points today!  After spending a fifth of my day cleaning and organizing my loft, I spent some time working up a sweat in front of my TV...  dancing my boo-tay off!  We got x-box kinect, and we are now the proud owners of such games as Dance Central, Biggest Loser Workout, and Zumba.  So tonight, I spent some time familiarizing myself with Dance Central.  After a rousing rendition of "Poker Face," I thought I would challenge myself to "Soulja Boy, Crank That."  What a mistake that was!  My white-ness has never been so apparent prior to tonight.  I am not adapted to such moves as the "Robocop," nor can I pull off the actual act of "cranking that."  In my attempt to crank, robocop, etc., I found myself cardiovascularly challenged.  At least I was sweating and panting like a dehydrated dog.  I decided to try out one more song, so I went with "I Know You Want Me (Calle Ocho)."  There is nothing more physically rewarding than feeling like a true chola.  I tapped in to my Latina side (yeah, that's like 1/8 of my background, maybe...), and you know what?  I worked it!  I was so close to lining my lips with a deep maroon liner, and filling in with nude lipstick, just to step further in to character.  So now, I know my true minority affiliation.  This will be helpful if I ever need to apply for universities and/or scholarships.

With all the craziness of today, I did not even get an iced tea till after 6 pm.  I had to send my poor gimp (aka Brad) out for my tea, because I hadn't gotten to hold my baby boy since noon.  I needed that tea to quench the thirst created by my dancing (not to mention, to kill the lingering caffeine-related ache in my head). 

To finish off this lovely rainy day, we settled in for some "Big Love."  Couldn't miss this week's Polygamist drama. 

Tonight, I leave you with this:
"Rumba...Ella quiere su rumba (como?)"