71. 7-1. 71!
Now, let me ‘splain these points for you. My daily allotment is 29, or, if I’m going by the newest of the new WW calculations, a mere 26.
The weekly “bonus” points, which may be distributed as the hungry diner wishes throughout the week, total 49.
All this counting, as I enter my 4th year of WW meetings in an attempt to reach a goal that my doctor recommended. And that’s 13 pounds above the WW recommendation for my height. “You’re over 50 and you’ve had a baby,” she intoned.
Or, as Sassafrass put it, “You done had a baby, Miz Wiggles, you ain’t never gonna weigh no 137 again.”
Even with my weeklies, 71 point’s a lotta munchies for 1/4 of a medical marijuana brownie.
Oh, crap. I forgot to count points for the brownie.
Now I know what I’ll be munching on for the rest of the week:
See ya at the scales.