So, to further add proof to the fatty, fatty pudding that I am, indeed, not cool- I signed up for Weight Watchers this week. My weight has been creeping up, and no matter what I did, I just couldn't get a handle on it. (Spinach artichoke dip from Costco certainly didn't help matters). So on Wednesday, I buckled down and went to see the senior citizens in their Hot Cotton that man the scales.
This time around, I'm going in to weigh at the center (in person, because 75 year old women with tightly permed hair scare the weight loss bejeezus into me) and I'm using their online tools. So far, I've lost 2 lbs. My husband would scoff and tell me this is all water weight, but hey, I'll take it.
I will not be posting my starting weight here folks, (no flogging for me, my husband has NO clue what I weigh) but will try to keep you abreast of my progress. And if you happen to stumble upon me scarfing down some M&m's- you have my full permission to kick me in the ass. Please?