How
quickly Tuesday comes around! Still as I prepare to see what fate belies me
this week, I don’t think I have too much to confess.
I’m coming to the conclusion that a weekly
weigh in is very similar to going to confession, not that I’m Catholic or
indeed have ever been to confession, but I’ve seen it on the tele and the
premise seems the same, admit to everything you’ve done wrong although rather
than receive a few “hail Mary’s”, you get sentenced to a run round the block
and only eating butternut squash all week (which incidentally is 0 points, I
might write a blog soon about the many dishes you can create using a butternut
squash – step aside Deliah)
For those
of you who’ve never been fat and had to suffer the fear of getting weighed
every week, then it plays out something like this:
LEADER: “Have you had a good
week?”
It’s at
this point and you really do only have a split second to decide, because despite
what you had planned to say on the drive to the weigh in, once you’re
confronted with the question, all plans fly out the window!
So do you go for full on disclosure, think
Chunk from “The Goonies” when he’s being questioned by the Fratellis
Or do you risk it and say, “yes I’ve been
really good and then list all the things you’ve done that are good, ignoring
the pizza you ordered after one too many glasses of wine? (Not a true story)
I always think a Weight Watchers leader must
be able to tell what you’re going to say by what you’re wearing. You can always
spot women who are going to get weighed by the clothes that they’re wearing,
even in the dead of winter they’ll be in a flimsy summer dress and flip-flops.
Alternatively when they get to the scales they’ll perform a mini striptease, I
saw a woman at one meeting, who removed her boots, her belt, necklace and
bracelet. I’m not sure if they were ridiculously heavy or she just wanted to
give herself the best chance she could!
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