Getting Started. Day #1

Ugh. I'm fat. Okay, not fat. But getting there. I've done what I say I would never let happen again--which is to allow the slow and steady creep of extra weight to take up residence in and around my belly, on my boobs, and in my hips and thighs. (I rather like my hips and thighs, thank you--zip it, white guys--so it's just the other areas I'm not happy about.) So, Day #1 begins... I'm determined. I've done the Weight Watcher thing twice before and it's been successful. I like WW because you can blow all your points on any damn thing you want. Nothing's "off limits." If you want a hot fudge sundae, you can have one. It's likely the only thing you can eat that day, but you still get to have it. For me, it's not ice cream. It's candy and cookies and, best of all, McDonalds. Life just isn't worth living without their French fries and Diet Coke (and the McChicken, plain, ain't so bad either). I figure I need to lose 15lbs, but I'm not sure because I've been too afraid to even step foot in a room that has a scale in it. I know something's going on, though, because the clothes are tugging and the boobage is overspilling. So I call my sister-in-law, Eileen, to see if she wants to do WW with me. She's in. She says her daughter, Brit, wants in, too. Yay. People to do it with. Then I decide we'll do a blog. Make it public. (Anybody else want to do it with us?) I go to Walmart and purchase a scale. I have to walk past a whole display of peanut M&Ms to find the damn thing. But I make myself think about how good I'm going to feel when I shed 15lbs. I buy my Healthometer scale and come home. Actually, I buy my scale and leave it in the backseat of my car, and go off to meet a group of friends at a restaurant in Briarcliff. It's a magnificent place, with enormous white columns and a stunning view of the Hudson River (and Indian Point nuke plant, but hey). I go with my friend Bentley. We meet 5 other people there. I had a 4 point WW meal earlier, so I don't eat. That's my dinner pictured above. There's a reason why it's only 4 points. It's small. Very, very small... Instead, I blow all my points (and then some) on white wine. Well, I'm off to a winning start! Total points for Day #1: 25 (should only have had 22.)