Dad and I have been attending Weight Watchers together (he since January, I since May). He reached his goal today. There was confetti, a camera, applause, and a good time for all. He has lost 77lbs. and looks terrific. It’s great knowing there are no worries about his health.

I’ve lost 22lbs. and the funny thing is that making the necessary changes in my eating habits was effortless. Seriously. Aside from not eating multiple Twinkies at a time, I’ve not missed anything. I still overeat Mexican every Sunday. I still have an occasional cheeseburger (although, I eat a LOT of BocaBurgers). I eat a little of anything I want. I do miss regular pop. Pepsi bottling company may be in financial trouble since my consumption of Mountain Dew has ended. Then again, I just switched it for Diet Dew, so I guess they’re ok. I do not and will not exercise and the only water I drink is the little bit I swallow when brushing my teeth. Overall, I love WW.
[Uh, wording corrected above]

I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner. OK, I didn’t really think of it, but that’s just a matter of semantics. I’m 99% certain that I’m going to move to our place at the lake.

It would be rent free, a halfway decent location, and most of all–mine. We don’t have a boat right now (storm surge destroyed ours), but since it’s almost winter, who needs one? I can get a job down there, take Hobbit, get my stuff out of storage, and hopefully have a blast.

Whaddya think? Good idea?