After praising the universe for the timely arrival of Chickenbutt's Christmas present it has turned against me. I have not been doing well with my battle with my weight. Complaining has not helped. Nor has whining or crying. Now the local weight watchers meeting has moved within two blocks of my house. It seems as if the universe wants me to attend the meetings. And when I went I discovered that the tickets I had bought last time I joined (when I had to quit within weeks because I got pregnant again) are still good. It seems the universe wants me to work at losing weight.
And the last time we went to McDonald's my sandwich was cold.
