During the week that ended on September 13, my husband and I went to Mexico. And I figured out that if I lived there, with a chef and no access to a refrigerator, I could probably lose weight. It was all about the fish…fresh, plentiful and grilled to perfection. It was enough to make me not want junk food. But then I came home and met the enemy in my kitchen. My refrigerator was calling to me as I re-entered reality. And I knew that my fresh fish “pipe dream” had come to an end.
You see how I blamed the refrigerator. It’s a handy way to circumvent the obvious problem of my relationship with this appliance. We have been in love with each other for so long that we have developed a mutually satisfying existence. I fill it full of junk and it lets me remove whatever I want, whenever I want, and eat it.
Well, one of us has to take control, and since I weigh less than it does, I will be attending a Weight Watcher meeting and getting us both in shape.
In order to assure myself that I would not make excuses for not stepping up to the starting line, I went online and signed up for the special, $39.95 two-months of meetings, pass. I know that money also motivates me and throwing it away is not going to happen. So, by owning my new pass, I am ready to attend the meeting on September 15.
Will I show up at 9:00 a.m. and take my place on the weigh-in line? Of course, I will…I’m motivated!
Talk to you soon.
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