By JASON ASHLEY WRIGHT Scene Writer on Nov 1, 2007, at 2:54 PM Updated on 11/01 at 2:54 PM
LIVING WRIGHT
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OK, let’s get started …
Two Thursday nights ago, I started Weight Watchers with my friend Xena. Because we arrived for our first meeting 30 minutes early, we walked across the parking lot to Ricardo’s for a margarita, and chips and salsa. We totally recommend the raspberry-swirled one.
Anyway, we lumber back 30 seconds late to the meeting, walking through the doors as the WW leader says, “So how many of you have eaten out once in the past week?” I don’t think I laughed out loud, but it was possible. Inappropriate chuckles are my forte in uncomfortable situations.
Anyway, the meeting was great, brimming with cool tips and friendly people. If you’re thinking about joining, I’d do so in a hummingbird's heartbeat.
However, if your instincts tell you you’re about to have your heart broken in a relationship, wait a week or two before joining. I’ll fill ya in more next time -- perhaps under the heading "Dear *&$#% Cupid ..."
Peace, love and raspberries … xoxo
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