Week eighteen: faith in the bones

My weight is up, not much, but some. I'm also fragile at this time of the month so I'm trying not to let it get to me. This time, a month ago, I was crazy upset. The scales moved up and up again and then plunged, 4.2 pounds in one week. So I have faith that this is, again, the case. I continue to be committed to exercise, I continue to monitor my intake, I continue to believe this is good for me and, as the Weight watcher people say: Nothing tastes as good as thin feels.
Last night we were invited to a chicken wing feed, something called the spring wing-ding, at a neighbours house. There were 22 types of chicken wings!! Twenty two types!! I made Margaret's diet chicken: Calories on the Wing. I baked the wings, peeled off all the meat and fat, boiled the bones until they were bare, laid them on a serving tray, surrounded the bones with cucumber and sprinkled the whole affair with parsley. I won a prize for nicest presentation! And I didn't eat any wings. I have faith in bones. I want my bones to show. Away I go, in faith...Margaret