Ideally, Id love to eat like Halle Berry, who reportedly consumes only fish, chicken, green vegetables and brown rice. Id also love to have a macrobiotic chef who balances the yin and yang of all my meals and serves them by candlelight to shamisen music. But, as it turns out, Im neither a Hollywood A-lister nor a billionaire, and, when it comes right down to it, Id rather just have a sandwich.
Mom suggested Weight Watchers. As you might guess from my history, Ive counted the occasional POINT® in my past. Id never done it with a buddy, though, or with my new commitment to slow, steady progress. I checked their Web site for a meeting schedule and found one that was at a convenient-enough location for both me and mom and at a time we could both makelunchtime on Thursdays.
We agreed to meet that Thursday … at a traditional Southern meat-and-three for a decadent last meal. Wed hit the meeting and have our first weigh-in right after. I ordered fried chicken and sweet tea and had peach cobbler as one of my “vegetables.”
Afterwards, we sauntered fat and happy into our first Weight Watchers meeting. Held in a church basement near its daycare, I felt more like I was walking into Sunday School than a nutrition support group. Would it prove to be my salvation?
Current weight: 187