Fat Got Your Tongue?

I don't want to go to Weight Watchers tonight.

I am assured that this is pretty normal. 

For one, it's cold and dark out, and I am hungry, so the idea of sitting through a meeting talking about food seems counterproductive.

For two, I'm probably up from last week.  I didn't dare to get on the scale, except at the doctor's office, where I had on too many clothes, plus they have one of those ancient scales.

So, eff that.

I mean, I'm going.  With any luck, Christy and Sharon and Sharon and Karen will all be there.

Yep, Weight Watchers has a lot of Sharon and Karen.

Get it?  Sharin' and carin'?

Ugh, if only bad jokes shed pounds.

Har, har.