So, I went back to Weight Watchers last weekend for another weigh in. Fortunately, I've managed to stay the same the past month and a half, and since I was pretty bad over the holidays, I am somewhat pleased.
But still disgusted enough to drag my ass back to WW. This time, though, I brought the wife with me because she decided she needed to lose a few pounds herself. Of course, after only 5 days of counting points and measuring cups of no-calorie, no-taste grass, she skipped into my office, all happy and chipper because she was proudly wearing a pair of jeans she couldn't fit into a week ago.
That shit just annoys me. Especially because I know she's only doing it for the money.
You see, last week while playing flag football, a handful of our friends (myself included) were bitching that we needed to lose weight. Since the only thing that seems to motivate this group of well-endowed lesbians is money, we joined up and started the Fatty Challenge. Each month we will meet and toss $10 into a hat. Whomever has lost the most weight (as a % of their weight-loss goal) takes home the pot. Since no one is about to step on a scale in front of anyone else, it's on the honor system.
Our first meeting is at the diner. I can see where this is going ...