Will the Fat Ladies sing?

Had been going okay on my all new and improved non-crap-eating routine, until this evening when I inadvertently ate two chocolate freddos while watching the mullets flying in the breeze on Brothers In Arms The Bikie Wars. Bloody netball fund-raisers (the chocolates, not the bikie wars, although netball ladies can be brutal). Fat-raisers, they should be called.
But, as they say at the Fat Ladies (aka Weight Watchers) "tomorrow, ladies, is another day". They also say "nothing tastes as good as being slim feels" but that is bollocks.
A friend (who does not need to go at all!) suggested I join her when she signs up to the Fat Ladies this week (I can pretend she is seeking moral support, when in actual fact she is telling me I am a lazy lard arse, but that's ok, because I am).
I do have fond memories of the Fat Ladies, and I may just take her up on the offer.
I have been three times (that is for three lengths of time), after each baby and then again a few years ago when my weight crept back up. I found it much harder to shift this last time (being over 40 and all) and imagine it will be nigh on impossible this time without some form of exercise (and I'd rather chew my arm off, quite frankly - good protein there). Singing is my exercise, and running up and down the stairs to the laundry.
Am I ready to do it again? Not sure. There's no point going before the commitment is there 100%, it's just too soul destroying to go and not see results.
Maybe I'll leave it another week. But, back on the straight and narrow tomorrow. No more chocolate. No more party food. Oh, but it's Wednesday, hump tea day. If there's Portugese tarts, I'm a gonner. And I'll only eat the sugar-free sausage rolls. Pure protein.