Many, many things about the Weight Watchers journey is a burden to me. It is. I could lie, but darling invisible friend, you'd know I was lying. We've talked about this. I don't like counting my points. I don't like measuring my portions. I don't like gauging my weight loss in micrograms, when I have so much left to lose.
On the up side, however, I have found a benefit to this program. It's not the healthy eating or a feeling of "energy" or "accomplishment." Pfft. Please. No, no. It's the increased volume of "me" time I'm getting from the upswing of bathroom visits necessitated by the copious consumption of water.
Oh, sure, I am a little concerned about the number of trees I'm killing through my use of bathroom paper products---or fine-grit sandpaper, if I'm at work. But all in all, this facet of WW has just been lovely. Fine-grit sandpaper notwithstanding.
It might be a little better if the dogs didn't insist on accompanying me on nearly every home bathroom visit, but one cannot ask for everything. Well, that's not true. One can ask, of course. But one would have to be far more delusion than I to expect this request to be fulfilled.
Ooo. Listen, I'd love to chat more, but...well, you know. Must run.