Sometimes I have a horrible, horrible sense of humor. Like an insanely dirty mind. So I'm warning you now. You may not want to read this if you're related to me, teach one of my siblings, have any common decency or don't like to hear dirty jokes about oral sex.
Still with me? You're brave.
I was sitting in my Weight Watcher meeting and my leader was going on about depriving yourself. Basically don't starve yourself or avoid your fave snack or you'll binge and eat worse than you would have to begin with... pretty common stuff.
Then she had us go look at a page in our weekly handout. Here's the page:
Now... let's take a closer look at the woman's face... what does it look like to you?
Yeah. My brain went to the bad place. The NC-17 bad place. I sat in my meeting and giggled like a teenage boy.
It made me feel better to then text one of my BFFs to share my dirty thoughts and debate how many WW points we thought this model used.
Sometimes you need to have a childish, pervert moment. It keeps you on your toes.