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.