Today my husband and I needed to run by the big and tall shop to get him some new skivvies. He has done incredibly well since his surgery in August, and it was finally time for him to get some new chonies as his old ones were starting to look like tennis skirts. Next to the store is a Weight Watchers office–ever so strategically placed, I’m sure. Seeing the office there stirred ire in me and I snapped this photo:
I will have to spend some time writing about how much I truly detest the way WW does things, knowing what I know now about my own biology, the complex forces that drive hunger, and how my body handles weight loss.