Today I joined Weight Watchers. No, really.
I tried Atkins, which once worked for me, but I get SO bitter over the huge list of foods that are “forbidden”.
I tried eating as little as humanly possible, which once worked for me, but by the end of the day I was so run down and cranky… I didn’t feel it was fair to Dono and Pool Boy. (or me, probably)
To be honest, I’m not sure why I was so resistant to the idea of WW. I have several fabulous, glamorous friends who love it and have had great results. Still, I don’t picture them when I hear “weight watchers”. I picture these two:
I feel like my subscription should come with a fanny pack, a minivan and maybe some Kotex in case I pee a little when I sneeze.