But this looks like fun! So I'm diving in.

*blows dust of neglect off the camera*
Okay, I did go to my meeting today. I didn’t want to go. I hated going. I hated weighing in even more. I knew I hadn’t followed plan and even worse I overindulged last night. But I took my medicine and weighed With just a few short weeks until Memorial Day the season of reawakening is upon us. As we spring back to life we realize that the season of short sleeves and bathing suits fast approaches. This year we challenge you to take a step outside of your comfort zone, clean out the cobwebs and set some serious goalsWell, Weight Watchers, bring it on.
Every year, when the 15th of March rolls around, I am taken back to Veteran's Auditorium in Des Moines, Iowa, where my high school was playing in the boys state basketball tournament. I think that was the day that my love for watching Red Oak basketball was born. It compelled me to first be a cheerleader in junior high and then later for our varsity boys. Eventually I found more joy in cheering from the crowd. During my senior year in high school, I think I made it to nearly every game, always sitting with my friends in the front row. And always following traditions that most certainly determined the outcome of the game. I've often tried to get that same passion for basketball while watching another team, or even during March Madness, but the same magic is just not there. And while I could go on for an entire post about how basketball took over my high school experience, that's just not what this day is about.