So tired of Weight Watching.

I am so tired right now.

I am tired of work.

I am tired of pets.

I'm tired of students.

I am tired of gasoline prices.

And, I'm tired of watching my weight.

I am sooo sick of thinking about every morsel that I decide to swallow! I used to count calories. Then I counted carbs. Now I count points.

Yes, I am a Weight Watchers member, and I must say the program is better than any other diet plan I have followed. I have been a member ever since my thyroid trouble reared it's ugly head, and I lost 30 lbs. The weight has stayed off, too... well, give or take a few pounds up, a few pounds down... etc...! (I could still use to lose about that much more, but that's another story.)

Dealing with the aggravating end of the school year days makes me want to go through
the fridge and pantry with abandon. Hmmm, let's see how many points can be consumed in a single sitting. I think I'll serve fried chicken. Along side, we can fry some potatoes, add bacon and melted cheese and serve them with ranch dressing!

"Hey Arthur! Let's go to Braums for desert tonight: a banana split with double fudge!!"

Sigh. I still need to keep everything in check. It's not about looking thin as much as I need to keep healthy. There are still a few more years of child rearing ahead, not to mention that I want to be a stereotypical retiree. We have big plans of seeing the country by RV, and playing croquet and horseshoes so that the grandkids can make fun of us.

But if those pounds creep back on, it will be good to remember the immortal words of Allan Sherman in his inspirational speech:

"Hail to thee, Fat Person!"


I would like to explain how it came to pass that I got fat.

Ladies and gentlemen, I got fat as a public service.

When I was a child, my mother said to me,

"Clean the plate, because children are starving in Europe."

And I might point out that that was years before the
Marshall Plan was ever heard of.

So I would clean the plate, four, five, six times a day.

Because somehow I felt that that would keep the children
from starving in Europe.

But I was wrong. The children in Europe kept starving.

And I got fat.

So I would like to say to every one of you who is either skinny
or in some other way normal--

When you walk out on the street, and you see a fat
person, Do not scoff at that fat person. Oh no!

Take off your hat. Hold it over your heart.

Lift your chin up high. And in a proud, happy voice say to him,

"Hail to thee, fat person! You kept us out of war!

On a more serious note, I learned during my search for this video that the comic genius Allan Sherman died suddenly at the age of 48, while he was sitting at the piano entertaining some friends. His weight had spiraled out of control and he had developed severe diabetes, although his official cause of death is listed as emphysema.

Maybe I really should keep on counting those points.