Weight Watchers Has Me

I think back in March I posted on Weight Watchers Wanting Me and if I actually tagged things here in my blog, you would be able to find it.
But, have no fear- weight watchers caught up with me.
Sure, I seemed to be running as fast as anyone can carrying this much weight with me- but somehow, with good friends and the promise of new skirt sizes- I joined.
...And even went to a meeting.
Then I came home and heard a message left on my machine from Dr. Poons Office. The protein crazed Chinese doctor who made me bruise my arm with blood tests. He seemed so much more drastic with a weight watcher meal filling my belly.
But do I cancel an appointment that was so hard to get?
Do I trust the feeling of a new start at weight watchers?
Hmm, if only I actually had comments in my blog- then my questions wouldn't be this rhetorical.
At my first ever WW meeting, (and I have been a member on and off since 6th grade) I found myself staring at a familiar face across the aisle.
Staring. Trying to pin pint where we had met before.
She waved. I waved.
I think I'm easier to recognize with all my weight issues. So no fair on her figuring it out first.
But, then I got it:
She's my neighbor from across the street.
We had a smile over it.
When she told me she has been a dedicated member for 18 years, I scolded her for never knocking down my door.
I have a feeling that she will be my silent strength.
Sure, I'm in a diet group. I signed up with two friends.
But, come on- Isn't there something to be said about the Joneses.