I made it through the first day of Weight Watchers. I didn’t cheat, I got a little exercise with the dogs, ate well and went to bed early. The first meeting was instructive, in that the team there surmised that I need to lose 67 pounds to achieve my ideal weight. Here’s what’s sad about that: I had no idea I was truly that fat. I mean, I knew I needed to lose 60 pounds or so, but somehow the 67 just seems worse. Oh well.

So I figure I need to extend my participation in Weight Watchers to at least Christmas, and possibly into 2007. Ho ho ho.