I did it. I joined WeightWatchers yesterday. A group meets here at the Episcopal Church Center, and rumor has it they have an uproarious time, so that's why I joined. I like uproarious groups. And if I lose a few pounds? Well, no complaint. Especially when I saw how much I weighed. Yikes!
Confession: I don't own a scale. "No hock, Sherlock," I hear you saying out there. Anyway, why have a scale? It only brings sorrow and depression. I just look at the way my clothes fit (or not) or how tiny (or big) a space I take up on a subway seat, when I get one. So yeah, actually seeing a number on that scale yesterday was a sad, sad thing.
But really. The main reason I joined was because I wanted a little more fun in my life. Honestly.
So watch this space, at least the amount I fill up in the world. Let's hope it shrinks a just little bit. Now excuse me while I try to sort out how many points a hot fudge sundae has.