Honey, I joined a cult!

I didn’t have to shave my head, wear a robe and dance around the airport asking for “alms”, but yes, my faithful family and friends, I joined a cult.
Weight Watchers.
It’s totally Fatties Anon with Math! Swear! And I can say that, because I belong!
Counting points, constantly talking about food values, desperately discussing which cereal counts for less than 2 points and tastes like a large bag of Jay’s Sour Cream and Onion potato chips.(none), get the picture?
That cult. Whoo-wee, and boy is it! You know the type, hidden acts (the weigh in) behind closed or sheltered doors and a fearless leader trying to raise our squashed egos as we climb the ladder to skinny success.
I think they hated me.
I had some difficulty converting calories to points with my little slide rule that was given to me. I didn’t really believe it was “as easy as that!” when she told me the daily point value I should eat and drop pounds en masse.

We’ll see. Skeptical that I am, I found the dietary restriction =0, the advice regarding the food intake and the sound base for getting all my nutrients in and reducing portions, well, I can live with it. I just hope I can make a change enough to loose something, to get the pudge-a-moving. For all you weight watchers out there, hook a sistah up would you? I need some 1 point ideas!