TGIF

Remember how they used to make the actors host every night of TGIF in character? Me neither. Thank you Wikipedia.

Ahhhh….Friday morning. Friday mornings sparkle more than other mornings, don’t they? I’ve loved Fridays ever since the almost perfect, original TGIF line-up of Perfect Strangers, Full House, Mr. Belvedere & Just the 10 of Us came into my life. Like for forever.

So it is appropriate that my weekly Weight Watcher’s meeting falls on Fridays.

I look forward to my Friday WW Meeting all week. I have a routine that involves stopping in at the Coffee Bean next door to my meeting for an iced Americano with No Sugar Added Vanilla – delish! Then I walk past the models who are either going to the Wilhelmina Modeling agency or Rachel Zoe’s office, both of which are upstairs in my meeting building. In the meeting room, pink chairs and kindergarten bulletin board crinkle boarders cheerfully await my arrival. As do my WW Biddies.

I met my WW Biddies over 5 years ago. None of us can pinpoint exactly when we started chatting. But they save me a seat – the SAME seat in fact – every week. Even when I am late. They protect my chair with purses and water bottles, apologizing to other members. I call us the biddies, though I’m not sure that they knew that before now, because we sit in the cool-kid seats in the back row and occasionally mutter under our breath making self-deprecating comments about wine and birthday pancakes throughout the meeting.  They are some of my biggest supporters. They come to every weird play I do and read every word I write. They are great friends that I would never have made were it not for Weight Watchers.

But everyone in my Friday morning meeting adds to the party. We like to laugh on Friday mornings, and thank God! Because we are grappling with some serious shit in there. Like what to eat at the Cheesecake Factory, and how to stop yourself even though you’re already half way through the bag of Cheddar & Sour Cream Baked Ruffles. And we’re talking about the big bag. Not some individual Subway extra value meal snack sized bag. Please.

My leader, Lynn, is the highlight. We all come for Lynn. Lynn is the queen of making you laugh at something you’re taking too seriously. She knows how to set up a topic and always peppers the meetings with stories about her skinny husband, Morty, the accountant, her daughter who learned to like math, and her basketball playing son and all of his giant young adult friends who know to expect fruit at their house and not chips. Lynn cannot keep peanut butter in her house and sometimes goes to her neighbor’s for a PB&J sandwich. A woman after my own heart.

I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I even like getting on the scale these days. It’s going down. And mama like.

Fridays sparkle because no matter how hard the week has been, how much weight I’ve lost or gained, I know I will re-charge at my meeting. I know I will leave every meeting with a fresh perspective, a new recipe in hand, and a pep in my step.

It’s like an adult version of the pre-adolescent joy I felt when Balki Bartokomous help up that sign every week that said, “America or Burst.”

Oh Balki. You’re gonna be ok. TGIF!

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One thought on “TGIF

  1. I laughed through every word of that post. See ya soon at our Friday party as I take my designated place in one of the back-row cool-kid pink seats!

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