Who do I see about turning off the hunger area of my brain?

Okay, so why is it the minute I sign up for Weight Watchers online, that I become a miserable, hungry witch? If I had a housekeeper and HE fed me all day without telling me it was calorie controlled, I probably wouldn't even know I was doing Weight Watchers. Today I looked at my husband's ribcage and imagined it dressed up like a crown roast with potatoes and those cute little white papers that make it look fancy. The dog whined and hid under the table because I told him he smelled like roast chicken and gravy. Even the chickens won't come out of their coop because I started mixing barbecue sauce in with their water. If I can just get through one week, I'll remember my husband pays the mortgage, Rocco is my faithful companion, and my daughter would eventually figure out I put stuffed animals in the chicken coop.