You'll Be Comin' Down Now Baby

If you don't know where that title is from, you should run to your nearest music dealer and buy Bruce Springsteen's new CD Magic. But that aside...

I am coming down, in weight that is. I went to my WW meeting last night, and in spite of the 2 delightful glasses of Port and a few chocolates I had on Valentine's Day, I lost some weight.

Astonishingly enough, it wasn't painful at all. Last time I did WW I used the Core program, as the idea of "all I could eat" appealed to me. But I found myself obesessing about things that were not Core and wanting them like Elvis wanted a handfull of painkillers.

This time around (at least for this week) I am tracking points so I can eat ANYTHING I want. I like choice. Choice is good. Making choices while losing weight - even better.

Weight Watchers, Chicken Legs, and Hope

I finally hauled my fat butt into a Weight Watcher's meeting last night, and the delightful leader Judy, (whom I think everyone on Earth should get to meet because she is just walking sunshine) told me she was glad to have me back even. I really think she meant it, although I can't imagine why, as I'm a loser 5 time Weight Watcher drop out. But I keep going back. Why? Because when I go, I lose weight. Because today I ate an Extra Crispy KFC drumstick for lunch and didn't need to feel guilty, as it's only 4 measely points. Because although I pretend I can go it alone with no help and just hang tough through the power of my own will to lose nearly 100 pounds, that's a Big Fat Lie. I need help. There, I said it.