I May Hate Myself in the Morning…

But I’m gonna tell you tonight.

I’ve officially joined Weight Watchers.
(I work best under pressure!)
Tomorrow will be my one week weigh-in.

Now I’m no WW virgin.
I know all the tricks.

Last week, at the initial weigh-in, I ate breakfast before I went.
I drank a beverage on the way to my meeting.
I wore heavy clothes.
I did not remove any jewelry, especially my big honkin tank watch.
And for God’s sake, (ok mine), I did not go to the bathroom before I weighed in.
That would be a rookie mistake.

That’s week one.

Week 2 and beyond…
New game.
New rules.

I will starve myself before I go to the 10a.m. meeting.
There will be no partaking of any beverages en route.
I may in fact, bring along a “spit-cup” instead.
I will dress like Daisy Duke.
Less is more.
There will be no jewels worn on weigh-in day.
And no matter how many times the line wraps around the building,
(I’m not the only one privy to the WW tricks)
I will empty my bladder one last time before I step onto the dreaded scale.

Head games?
Absolutely.
There’s something psychological about needing a big first week weight loss.

If you’re a WW veteran like I am,
You know exactly what you have to do.

Fake it until you make it!