There's something I feel I need to get out in the open right away, so you can decide whether or not you can handle the crazy that I will most likely be dishing out here.
I joined Weight Watchers in September.
I'm going to try not to make this a food and fitness blog, but it's gonna come up. My life has changed dramatically since the last Forced March and a lot of it has to do with the cult of WW. Instead of eating delicious cheeseburgers and fries, this was my dinner last night:
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Jalapeno-Cheddar Chicken Burger (on an English Muffin)
Broccoli with Garlic, Olive Oil, and Chili Flakes
The weirdest thing? I was so excited about this. I ate all the broccoli before I even touched the burger.
My crazy, compulsive behavior was made for a program like this, though. I've lost 38 lbs. so far, and it's almost become a game to me at this point. I'm competing against myself to see how far I can go, and I HATE LOSING (see last year's Forced March).
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