Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Desperate times call for desperate measures
Une femme has reached the point where reality trumps ideology. At first, I tried accepting the ten pounds I gained suddenly last year, but I just don't feel like myself. I've tried eating like a French woman, cutting carbs, skipping dinners. Nothing seems to be budging the extra avoirdupois. Even my doc says, "Weight Watchers." So a-Pointing I will go. I feel like such a sellout, but I'm tired of squeezing into my clothes and not feeling my best.
At least they don't make you eat liver once a week any more, or yummy meals like this one: