Hello. I am squishy. I have trouble typing the word F A T. It looks ugly and makes me feel a thousand pounds heavier. So, I’m going to stick with squishy in my naive little world.
I attended a Weight Watchers class this morning. It wasn’t my first time at WW. In fact, I’ve tried WW several times but have had ZERO discipline. My last meeting was two months ago and it took a lot of courage to visit again. The meeting was held in an adorable building right beside a train track and each time the train went by I felt like it was rumbling a rhythm of “FAT Girl, FAT Girl, FAT Girl!” Needless to say, I will have ear plugs for the next meeting. It was pretty much AA for over-eaters. But I did meet a few friendly faces and the group size for Monday morning is small enough that accountability will be pretty easy.
I am officially on the Flex Plan again. And I’ll be weighing in each Monday morning at ten o’clock.
P.S. It drives me crazy when folks say “it’s a lifestyle change.” Mostly because I know that it’s true. AND because what is to hate about a lifestyle of bacon, bacon, and bacon? Oh, and mashed potatoes. FUSS!