Sign of the times

Ok, so I’m about to head to Weight Watchers, where I believe that everything that went up last week will go down this week.  That’s the hope.

They (the Weight Watchers peeps) recommend a Tool for Living™ called “Storyboarding” where you build out the comic strip that is your success story.  I may need to do that.

I’ve said this before, but I believe it now as much as ever.  Weight Watchers’ biggest failing, if you can call it that, is their inability to successfully address the emotional baggage causing people to eat beyond a point of satiety.  I don’t have an answer to this conundrum.  

I just keep showing up.  It seems to kind of work.

Meanwhile, it’s been a slow week, in that it’s been kind of busy with contract, paperwork, getting my expenses squared away… all good and necessary things.

But it makes time drag.

Big party at Natae’s this weekend.  Need to remember that storyboard when I want to reach for a slice or spoonful of something yummy.

Slivers turn into slices, slices into slabs and slabs make you a slob.

See, that’s the WW core competency – twee sayings that make you feel bad.

And make you want to eat.

And with that, I think I’ll head out and find out what the scale tells me.

The scale tells you how you did this week – the meeting will tell you how you’ll do next week.  Stay for the meeting, you’ll be glad you did.

That’s the sign in the bathroom at my meeting center.

Sigh.  I may be in a rut.  Or OCD.

Or both!