I’ve been keeping a little secret. No, I’m not pregnant. Good Lord, no.  (Pause.) I joined Weight Watchers. There.  I said it.  I just got sick of complaining about that stupid 5-10 pounds and decided to DO something about it.  I have a couple friends who have done it with great success…so I put on my big girl panties and went to a meeting. I know.  I was so nervous, my palms were sweating. Just to get this out of the way – I know that in the grand scheme of weight loss I don’t have THAT much to lose. But I am a crazy person.  And I was making myself miserable (miserable, I tell you!) with the amount of negative self-talk churning around in my brain. The first step was to log what I ate – which I did, on my new iPhone (I know, we are so behind), for a week.  Every piece of food that went in my mouth.  Turns out this is a really great thing – it cuts out all those Oreo binges I’ve been having in the pantry.  Oh, my pantry and I had  become quite involved. The second step was to make the hardest decision of all – cease and desist all vino drinking during the week. (Silence.) Yeah, I know.  Here’s my problem with wine: I love it.  Too much.  I can’t stop at just one glass.  And, it’s not so easy on the waistline.  Sad face. The third step was to pay my $40, set up my eTools and attend the dreaded said WW meeting.  And you know what?  I was nervous but it was actually really informative and no one threw tomatoes at me.  It’s been 3 weeks, and I’m happy to report that all of my strategies are working.  I think.  We will see next Wednesday when I, gulp, weigh in again.  Ah yes.  It’s enough to drive a girl a LITTLE bit crazy.  And I might have had a LITTLE bit of wine last night.  Whatever.  Back on track today and cutting myself some slack. (She says, rifling through the pantry for the last Oreo.)