Sometimes in yoga, the instructor asks us to get into a pose that I can’t help feeling, I could probably actually do if it weren’t for my giant fat roll getting in the way. This is just one of the many reasons I have officially gone crawling back to Weight Watchers.*
I did the Weight Watchers thing in 2003 and actually did pretty well with it. I didn’t stick with it long enough to reach my goal weight, but I did stick with it long enough not to look like a tubbo in the bridesmaid dress my sister-in-law picked for her girls. Well, I don’t have any bridesmaid dresses to look hot in this time. I’d just kind of like to be able to wear some of the pants that I already own. And get into pigeon pose.
I think the real key to the plan is religiously writing down everything that goes down the hatch. So I went for a walk and got a cute journal in which to pursue this arduous task. Although I know this is something I must do, this cover pretty much sums up how I feel about the whole thing:
Cover Art by Yoshitomo Nara
* And now for the superstitous part: It also just so happened that my monthly horoscope suggested starting a weight loss plan this month would be more successful than if I started in the New Year. Only a short time after reading that I received an invitation from a WW@Work group in a neighbouring law firm. Coincidence?