The Weight Watcher Police Are After Me!!!

I did not go to my WW meeting Friday, because, quite frankly, with no air conditioner, I think I was in some sort of heat induced coma and set my alarm incorrectly, waking up with 15 minutes to get to the meeting. I could have done it, but I had one of those embarrassing pillow marks on my face, bedhead from walking earlier, sweating and then laying down, and dragon breath. It was not a pretty sight. In fact, the plus side of being single is that I don't have to subject some poor soul whom I care for to that first thing in the morning.

Today in the mail--a postcard from my leader and the receptionist telling me they missed me Friday and want to help me achieve my weight loss goals one step at a time--but I have to want the same thing.

Holy-moly! I think I signed up for a cult!

There is another, different WW cult on one of the message boards, too. Luckily I was kicked out of that cult before I shaved my head and started sacrificing marshmallow chicks.