Thursday, April 10, 2008

178, or, back on the wagon

Last night Susie Sunshine and I were on the phone talking about our need to get in shape.

And because I was already fed up with the way my jeans were biting me, and because I badly needed to prove the point I made earlier in our conversation (when I assured her that I am easy-going and not a bossy control-freak) I agreed to go back on Weight Watchers.

Well, of course. Susie Sunshine could talk you into doing anything. It's her way.

And so, here I go again. I'm back on the wagon, ready to count points and just say no to the snacks I supposedly buy for my children's lunch boxes.

And let me just say that I am glad I got this far in life before letting the crunchy, peanut-buttery, creaminess that is a Nutter Butter Peanut Butter cooky* into my mouth. If I had, I'd be much fatter. Because I would have wolfed down a few packages of those cute little peanut-shaped cookies. Damn skippy I would.**

OK. It begins with weighing myself. Now, my lying-sack-of-shit bathroom scale assures me that I haven't gained all that much weight. But if I haven't (and I have) it's because my jeans bit it off.

Still, this weigh-in gives me a ... a ... (damn this menopausal word retrieval problem!) baseline, like your first mammogram. Which is a very apt metaphor, because it's almost as scary.

And it said 178. It could be worse. In fact, it will be, when I get on a scale that isn't too intimidated by me to tell me the truth.

But I'm not going to any god-damned Weight Watchers meetings. My leader is annoying. You know how everyone thinks Weight Watchers meetings are nothing but a bunch of women whining and complaining?

Well, not my group. You can't get in a word edgewise around this woman. And for some reason, I don't enjoy listening to someone else dominate the conversation. So it's on line for me. And now, excuse me, I need to log on to the Weight Watchers website and log my weight. And then go do the treadmill for an hour.

* Note archaic spelling.
** (Pun intended.)


  1. You'd better be OFF the WW by the time you get here is all I'm saying.

  2. Fucking weight... I have been gaining and losing the same 30 pounds for about 5 years... currently, I am on the fat end... which is evidenced by the double chin I am sporting on Bossy's website... a website read by an average of 5 to 7 thousand people a day.

    So, now they all know I have a case of the chubs.

  3. My leader's nice. She told me to get a new goal weight. I don't attend the meetings, but I do go weigh in. Because otherwise I would just lie to myself.

  4. Is there a way to sweet talk them out of the stupid registration fee?
    I HATE registration fees.

  5. I highly recommend doing WW online. You don't have to talk to anyone, you don't have to share your story if you don't want to, and you don't have to drive somewhere if you don't want to.

    Not that I'm antisocial or anything like that.


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