In the course of finishing my thesis and looking for full-time work, I was unemployed for a few months and had time to do things like shop for a fabulous wedding dress and go to the gym. Every day.

Did you hear the part about being unemployed and having the time to go to the gym every day?

Found a job. Hallelujah! Joined the working stiffs of the world. The world of commuting over two hours each day, and getting up before dawn. The world of caffeine addictions and frozen dinners. When do you think I have time to eat a real dinner, let alone exercise?

So, at the advice of my fabulous hair stylist, I joined Weight Watchers.

For one hour every week I am imparted with mantras like: “You bite it, you write it.”
8 weeks later, I (don’t) have three pounds to show for it. Is it *really* worth all of this obsessing over all these FLEX POINTS and Activity POINTS and Insanity POINTS to lose three whopping pounds? I’m really starting to wonder. Its nice to hear that we’re all in this (very large) Weight Watchers boat together, but do I really have to spend the next twenty minutes listening to the leader sing the praises of tasteless, nutrition-less, 1-POINT white WonderBread?

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