Saturday, January 29, 2011
Oh great! I had determined that I would go to WW this morning. Now that the morning is here I don't want to go. How dumb is that? I'm thinking of the commitment it will take to get there every Saturday. The nearest WW meeting is 6 miles from here. Do I really want to get up every Saturday morning and drive out there to Timbuktu and weigh? Why can't I do this on my own? Do I really have the money? If I had all the money I've wasted on quack dieting I'd be rich. Why did I decide I needed help with this? I'm not hugely overweight. I can shop in all the normal stores. How important is this to me? Why is it so cold and yucky outside? Ugh! It's just ridiculous that I have to resort to meetings where everybody groans about their weight. I hate sitting around with fat people....
like myself. Maybe because I have all these doubts, it means I'm not really ready to commit and lose the weight? No! I really want to do this. But I don't want to go.
Posted by Mrs. Darling at 8:28 AM