Saturday, October 14, 2006

Wait… Watch who?…

I’m a little gayer this morning.

No, not happier. Gayer.

I can feel the testosterone leeched from my system. I need a lap dance – stat! (um... from a woman...)

Yes, I went to my first Weight Watcher’s meeting this morning. Yes. Weight Watchers.

So, here’s the thing, I told Vicky a couple of months ago that if she needed my support in losing weight, if she needed me to be there for her, I would! Heck, I’d even join Weight Watchers with her!

… I didn’t expect her to take me up on it.

Well, she did. This morning, we traveled on down to the WW office and… it was like Jonestown (but with single-point snacks instead of Kool-Aide) or buying a Saturn (basically the same thing) (and they clap there, too)! The meeting consisted of about 30 large people in a rather small room with one very skinny woman in front of us all… telling everyone what a good job they were doing!

… Um…. Fat people… Thin lady… I don’t think “good job” is 100% accurate…

There were only three other guys there. And I realized that what we really needed was WW FOR MEN. I mean, these women clapped after every sentence! “I drank more water this week!” Clap clap clap! “I had more fruit!” Clap clap clap! If this was a guy’s meeting, I’m sure it would be observed, “Yeah, but you’re still a fatass, huh?!”

All those chubby women (my lovely bride excluded) and all that clapping and all that excitement and all that working together for a goal… if it was any gayer, we would have been sucking cock. I grabbed Vicky’s boob on the way out, just to remind myself I was still straight.

Anyway, it has begun and, well, we’ll see. I’m just doing this to support my wife… and for the fabulous food! (shit!)

1 comment:

Jenn from WA said...

Right there. Right there in that blog is the #1 reason I won't do WW. I hate the meetings of glee. They bugged the shit out of me. Luckily at one time I found WW online...I didn't have to go to a single meeting. But best of luck to ya.