October 22 ~ 9th time's the charm

"Believe you can...and you will." Those were the words on the card that my Weight Watcher's leader mailed to me the last time I missed a few meetings.

I've gotten a lot of those cards. I'm surprised they don't stamp a postage and handling fee on my butt whenever they see me coming.

I re- joined WW for the 9th time since 2001 this morning. I'm feeling very proud of myself and am trying not to celebrate my vast inner strength and superior will-power with a donut.

Have any of you ever seen Dr. Oz on Oprah? He's the doc who brings in cadaver organs and shows the audience what healthy looks like...and what diseased looks like. I love this guy. I swear he has the hots for Oprah...look out Stedman...but I digress...

I love this guy because nothing is bloody....and I hate bloody. (Shooting scenes on Little House in the Pararie are too much for me.) It all looks sterile...and scientific....and interesting. He's charming and warm and matter-of-fact and he makes me want to live a healthier lifestyle. You don't get the feeling that he is critcizing people for how they live, but rather encouraging everyone to live differently by explaining why it matters in a way that is clear and easy to grasp.

Opps ~ I just realized that my pedometer fell off the waistband of my pants. I'm trying to hit 10000 steps per day. I wonder if it fell off when I laid down to think about making my bed. I'd go look...but I'm afraid of the "force"....if I see the bed...it might force me to test it for comfort.

I realize this sounds like I'm not taking my desire to lose weight seriously.

Actually, I am.

Screw the pedometer. I took step one and rejoined WW. The biggest step is always the first one. I can count the rest of my steps anytime....so long as I continue putting one foot in front of the other.....and spraying windex on leftovers.