WeightWatchers- Doesn't Work

Well peeps, it has now been a while since I've been on here. To be honest with you, I find that I am an ideas person. I have a bright moment where I decide I'm going to start a blog and for a few days I'm commited to it but by about the 10th day, the novelty wears off. I reackon what I need is someone who loves taking up peoples ideas and running with them. I suppose in a romantic way I could describe myself as an incomplete soul- or more truthfully as my mother would put it "downright lazyyyyyyyyyy".

Anyway, as the title mentions, I recently joined the weightwatchers club. Yes, it's true, I'm a WEIGHTWATCHER. When I started I wasn't overweight (in fact I was quite buff)but slowly over the last two months I have been watching- watching the damn thing go up. I'm not too fussed just yet because I seem to be getting away with it so far but the day draws near when the bulge will spill.... already I am reduced to wearing the baggiest of clothes in my collection and day by day they grow snug.

My gym keeps texting me "we'd love to see you at the gym"- someone's obviously concerned that I'm paying £30 a month but maybe I've not realised that I'm paying to be able to use their facility? Ah well, I reackon another month or so and I'll have people asking whether it's aboy or a girl?
Well, I'll keep you posted............if I can manage to press the keys with my thick chubby fingers...pmsl

ciao