If my daughters didn’t always date very fit young men with skinny mothers, I would not have joined Weight Watchers today. I know that one of these days, one of them will marry, and I’ll be forced into pictures with those toothpick women – who always wear makeup, have purses that match their shoes, never need to wax their upper lips, are at least ten years younger than I am, and highlight their hair. What’s up with that? It seems to be a prerequisite for my daughters that in order to date a young man, he must have a highly successful, beautiful mother who could not possibly have ever given birth. If Rupert Penry-Jones called one of them for a date, she would have to check out his mother before she said yes. (That’s my Austen link for this article, in case you wondered.)
Now I have a freezer full of WW frozen dinners, breakfasts, and desserts, and I am determined (DETERMINED!!!!) to lose fifty pounds. I paid good money to join the group, and I intend to get my money’s worth.
So what about it, ladies? Can I get an amen? Will you be my support group? I’ll give you periodic updates and tell you funny stories. Help a sister out.