Sunday, February 05, 2012

10:21 AM - Why do I write here, I kinda-sorta know. Perhaps I want to be folk-famous like Henry David Thoreau. I just like to vent and it's hard to vent alone, so I plug into this outlet to get into my zone...

I am getting picked up for Model UN by a dear colleague at 1 PM (though I suspect her to be early) (and I tend to run late, so I have to pretend she's arriving earlier) (Shh, don't tell me).

I want to go to Weight Watchers and weigh in.  I've been gaining lately. Have to own that.  It's weird when I see people I haven't seen in a while, like at last night's dinner - and they say I look great and ask if I've lost weight.

Not lately.

Two times ago when I gained a few pounds the weigh-er inner asked if I enjoyed it.  Last time the woman tried to be discrete but instead made it excruciating.  She was uncharacteristically silent while she very slowly did whatever she had to do until she finally handed me the sticker with my weight gain on it.  As she handed it to me - she broke her silence, the kind of silence you keep when someone died and you want the other person to know but you don't want to say it with words -  and exuding quiet shock asked, "How long has it been since you saw us last?"

I think the Weight Watcher weigher inners need to move quickly and quietly, give you your number and done.

OK, I'm cutting myself off till I'm at the hotel.

10:40 AM - One more thing:

The Answer to Steg's Question


Breathe breathe where ever you are

Swimming underwater or sitting in your car


Don’t forget to breathe, it could save your life:

Sons and daughters husbands and wives


Breathing is important for me and for you

Best first step to anywhere – tried and true

1 Comments:

Blogger kishke said...

That's nasty behavior from the weight watchers people. Sounds like prison warden would be a better career choice for them.

February 5, 2012 at 5:52 PM  

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