Ever since my last day of Army active duty I’ve felt my wight creeping up on me. Try as I may, I just couldn’t stay motivated to keep an active lifestyle. As I enjoyed, perhaps too much, my new freedom to keep my own schedule, eat and drink what I enjoyed and participate in whatever acts of maleficent night-life I chose, my wight began to rise unchecked. Over night, it seemed, I developed a wight problem and now I am having difficulty enjoying the benefits of an active lifestyle–weighed down as I am with useless, decaying flesh animated by hellish powers beyond mortal comprehension.
But no more. No, today I am taking control of what’s left of my life and joining Wight Watchers to gather the support, blessings and vast volumes of holy water and host I will need to see this wight problem to its unnatural end.
I was reading the monthly wight loss thread and identified with what you wrote about finding it difficult to keep doing the right thing. I hope wight watchers helps you & I wish you the best. You’ll probably see me in next month’s thread.
Was that the Army of Arthedain?
It sounds like you need to join the NRG*. They are pretty experienced Wight Watchers. Of course if you could find Tom B. it would be much simpler, I recommend this little Diddy if you are in the Area.
Ho! Tom Bombadil, Tom Bombadillo!
By water, wood and hill, by the reed and willow,
By fire, sun and moon, harken now and hear us!
Come, Tom Bombadil, for our need is near us!
