I joined Weight Watchers the day before my birthday of this year (March 4th), and let me tell you something: it was a bad time to start. The next day my manager showed up with TWO coffee cake rings, plunked them on my desk and wished me a happy birthday. Of course she couldn't have known, but . . .

Then that weekend I hosted a pizza party in celebration of my birthday. And despite the coffee cake, pizza and gratuitous booze of that week, I stayed on track. I didn't go over my points for a single week until a couple months later when I lost my job. At that point I'd dropped about 20 lbs, which I've managed to keep off for my first three months unemployed.

While I'm very happy with my weight at present, I'm still about twenty pounds away from what was my ultimate goal, and I'm ready to do it! I'm sure this is the place to do it. Bikinis here I come.