Watched at Weight Watchers

           I finally decided to go to Weight Watchers to see if their program would be of any help. I have never tried them before so I really didn't know what to expect and had it not been for my friend Tory I probably wouldn't have gone at all. Tory lost about 100 million pounds in a year with W.W. so I figured what the heck. If she could do it so could I. One thing that she said always helped her were the meetings so I was looking forward to getting some great ideas on staying motivated and eating right.

          Upon arrival everyone is expected to weigh in. I looked around and saw several women emptying their pockets and taking off their shoes before stepping on the scale. I thought that was quite odd but I guess every ounce counts when you're serious about dieting. I've never been that serious about dieting and although I hadn't weighed myself in over a month I wasn't worried about the scale.  So after weighing in twice (once with shoes and pockets full, once without) I picked up my sneakers and t-shirt before continuing on into the meeting room.

           I was one of the first ones there and I was greeted enthusiastically by a very nice lady that I would soon find out usually ran the meetings. After giving most of my life story I sat at the back of the room and hoped that all the guys would be sitting in that general area so I wouldn't feel so awkward. It was when the meeting started I realized I was the only guy in the building. Not fazed in the least I began the quick trip across the back of the room to get to the parking lot when the old woman I had met earlier pointed and said, "I would like to introduce our newest member." Frozen like a deer in headlights I sheepishly waved before sliding back into my seat.

          The next hour will go down as one of the most terrifying in my life.  The basic flow of the meeting went like this... A member in the audience would ask a question or have a comment on various topics after which some of the other women would give their thoughts. Before they would move on to the next question that sorry withered old bag I meet coming in the door would say, "Let's get a man's opinion." Don't get me wrong, I have my own opinions about things but I know better than to pull a bandana off a gang member and blow my nose with it. Keeping this in mind I confined my answers to, "I think you have covered it perfectly" or "I couldn't have said it better myself." I may have been gutless but the last thing I wanted to do was irritate a mob of hungry women.

         Finally the meeting was over and I bolted to the door before that no good evil witch that ran the meeting could corner me and rip my arms off. Needless to say I haven't been back but my buddy Lee asked me about it later. "You should go," I told him, "they are very interested in your opinion." I haven't heard from Lee since.