and lo, the earth split and the sky fell, and the world pretty much stopped spinning

After much deliberation over these past few days about the state of my diet situation, I've decided to...

...wait for it...

...go to a Weight Watchers meeting. There's one sort of near my house tonight at 7:00, so I'm going to go check it out and see if I can stand the people. If I can, I'm going to start going to meetings again for a while.

With my general dislike for chirpy women and meetings of any sort, you'd think that this would be a catastrophically bad option for me. However, I've decided that I'm just too prone to cheating when I'm doing everything by myself. If I have to go in at 7:00 pm every Thursday and step on a scale in front of other people, I may be more inclined to ease back on the sumo wrestler-esque diet "plan" I've been following lately. This meeting also has the advantage of being about halfway between my house and the gym, so I can stop on the way home and get a workout in.

This probably goes without saying, but if this meeting exhibits any signs of giggling, squealing, or group cheers, I am so out of there.