So in an acknowledgment of my weight spinning out of control, I joined Weight Watchers last night. The closest thing I can compare it to is what I picture Alcoholics Anonymous meetings being like. Semi-morose attendants sitting by themselves in a dimly lit, slightly dingy room with flip charts and encouraging statements peppering the walls. I am now officially obsessed with counting points. It's actually sort of nerve wracking. They've told me to eat my entire allotment of points each day, and having planned my first day poorly, I have four more points to "spend" and am not sure what to do.
I'm sure I'll figure it out.