Weight a minute!

My bed habit remains dire, but definitely not a damper in my diaper. Please note that bed habit should not be mistaken for "bed prowess". If you must ask, bed prowess is 100 beats per minute.

In the meantime, spring has not peeked it's dewey head into my life, but I guess it's time to turn over a new leaf. I signed up for weight watchers today. I know, have a half a grape on a triscuit for dinner! Alright cackle club, keep it down in the back row. In fact, I signed up online, and it's a decent barometer. Jill, my sister in law, swears by it. She is a true testament to weight loss, she dropped 16 pounds in a few months. Of course, her weight loss could contribute to being on her feet all day as a nurse and walking home. Unlike my laggard narcoleptic buns that hunkers in front of a computer all day.

I just need to switch it up. A reassessment. In fact, I just realized how many points my damn Wullaby yogurt is! A whole 4 points. Why has my yogurt forsaken me? Gulp and double gulp. Good fat or bad fat, it's still fat.

So embarassment aside, I am excited to be a member of weight watchers. I mean, I thought it was a whiny cult consisting of individuals with thyroid dysfunction seeking pity from peers. I thought it was a gimmick like Richard Simmons and his short shorts. I was sorely wrong! On behalf of my judgemental mind, I apologize for my prejudice. Hey back row! Keep your cackles to yourself.

Today's mantra: Must not eat evil creamy yummy wonderful organic Wullaby. Whah!