Well here I am typing to myself, at least for now, taking my first step on a thousand mile journey (okay 2,000 miles) to lose weight. My friends and critics at work don't believe I can do it and they have already started to criticize me before I started. Suuue, R and JT have already weighed in (so to speak) on their bleak outlook for my success and BB is already ordering me a bagel and cream cheese for my first failure. I can just see Suuue now with her neck in a spasm the first time I bring up the topic of my incredible will power. R already pointed out that in the past I only told her about the losses and never the gain and BB has already told me that I should not even try as after all I am already old so what's the big deal about being fat. Only JT has been supportive but that's easy for a guy who is about my height and virtually half my weight. Not that I can blame them all as I have failed once or twice in the past. But this time it's different, because I am going to blog about it. At least Meryl believes I can do it, at least I think she does.

So here I am on day one having joined Weight Watchers for the 200th time and weighing in at a svelte 237 pounds and here I am taking my first diversion by going to Peter Luger's tonight with Meryl and two good (and thin) friends Lynn and Mike. That's right I am going to start right after my last great meal as the memory will keep me going.