How my weight changed from 218 to 98 IN ONE WEEK!

OK, Weight Watchers’ fans -- here’s what you’ve been waiting for!

Before I tell you about weigh-in, I need to give you some background.

And, for my “straight” friends (no, not that -- I mean my “non-WW” friends) I need to tell you a few WW “habits” I’ve developed over the past 20 or so weeks.

First of all, weigh-in -- for me -- is usually Monday nights. They don’t offer a WW meeting in Annecy on Monday nights, so I had to wait ‘til today, Tuesday.

Second, nobody in WW eats anything on Mondays. I’d bet my next baked potato on this. We all hope that by starving ourselves on Mondays, we can avoid the dreaded weight gain Monday night -- our just desserts (so to speak) for screwing up here and there during the previous week. Well, I did eat today. I started out OK -- I skipped breakfast (our leader Angela, if she’s reading this, is apoplectic right now -- you’re never supposed to “skip” meals. But, as I’ve already mentioned -- we all do, on Mondays.) Anyway, I started out OK, but while I was waiting for Brad to arrive on the top of Mont Chattilon, I couldn’t help but have a piece of brioche. (So, as you can see, it’s clearly his fault.)

Then, when we got back to the hotel it was lunchtime and I certainly didn’t want him to eat alone, so I ordered a Club Sandwich. That, as it turns out, wasn’t a bad choice. It was comprised of two ultra-thin slices of bread, toasted, piled with cucumbers, tomatoes, and hard-boiled eggs. Oh, did I mention that it was held together with an entire jar of mayonnaise? That may not have been good.

Since weigh-in was at 3 p.m., we decided to take a short nap after lunch before it was time for me to shower and go. (We all shower before weigh-in because one never knows how much dirt weighs.)

I slept right through weigh-in, of course. But, fortunately, there was a second one on the schedule tonight -- at 7 p.m. I asked the desk clerk at the front desk for directions to the meeting which, as it turns out, is all the way across town. By the way, if you’ve ever wanted to visit Paris, you should rush out to the airport right this minute and GO. Why? Because Paris is completely empty right now. That’s right! Everybody in Paris is on vacation! And guess where they are vacationing? You got it -- Annecy! I know, because we saw all of them as we crept through bumper-to-bumper traffic to make it to weigh-in by 7 p.m...

But we made it. I left my belt in the car (a pound, at least) and made Brad hold my wallet, watch, computer, keys, Kindle, glasses, sunglasses, camera, etc. (Total weight: 95 pounds. I know this because I’ve been schlepping it around in my pack all day.) I also went “commando,” of course. (Underwear -- 1/2 - 3 pounds, depending on how dirty they are.)

In case I forgot to tell you, I made Brad come with me to weigh-in not because he has even an ounce of fat on his body (anybody who cycles 50 miles a day tends to stay thin) but because he (supposedly) speaks French. I say “supposedly because I’ve never actually heard him, but he says he’s going to French classes every Monday night and where else would he be going?

OK, the news you’ve all been waiting for: even with the TONS of food I feel like I’ve consumed in the past week...I lost 1.7 pounds this week! (For you accuracy fanatics, I weighed 218.4 pounds last week; tonight I weighed 98.3 kilos. You do the math!) Now it’s time for a drink...and some cheese...and some chocolate...and.........

Love to all!