Do I Get A Star?

When I used to go to Weight Watchers 100 years ago you would get a star when you reached 5 pounds lost. I must admit that I didn't get too many stars, but I would have gotten more if you could get one every time you hit 5 pounds down. I mean, I would lose 5, get a star, gain 1, then lose 1.5. Should I be asking for another star? I never did, I mean I would have had those stars coming out of my ass with all the times I went up and down with the same 5 pounds. So today I am going to make myself a shiny star and put it on my fridge, because I am happy to report that this installment of un-frump my jelly belly is a success. First it is a success because unlike last week I actually got on my scale. Second I was very happy because I was down almost 2 pounds. For anyone paying attention (and believe me I don't really expect anyone to be actually paying attention to this, I know you have lives) this is 5.6 pounds gone, and it only took me 4 weeks! I know, I know, the breakneck speed with which I am losing this weight is probably not healthy, but I'm willing to chance it. So, now I must stay focused because I still have a long way to go, 15 pounds to go. Focus . . . focus . . . focus . . . tostitos . . . cheese . . . I mean focus . . . cookies . . .