Last week I started Weight Watchers (WW). I followed the plan that was recommended for me on-line, stayed within my points everyday/week, and even lost a pound according to my bathroom scale. This stuff seems to work!
Then I went to a meeting today and used their scales.
There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth. …in my head…I hope…
I’m not going to tell you my weight because, quite frankly, its stupid to worry about it and I’m trying not to obsess. Anyway, its less than some, more than others, and its affecting my running, so I want about 25 pounds gone. According to my bathroom scale, I only have 24 more to go. According to the super-nice, very sweet and lovely woman at the WW meeting, I actually need to lose 33 or more pounds.
For the first time in my life, I like my bathroom scale.
Anyway, the meeting wasn’t as
chipper, perky, annoying bad as I thought it was going to be. There were about 10 ladies there, most of them older than me (I went during the day, as that’s when I had child care) and all of them in varying stages of meeting their weight loss goals. The speaker was a tiny bird-woman with the longest neck/poofiest hair I’ve ever seen on a human and her voice was like Paula Dean. Everyone was “honey” and “sugar” and “sweety”…which is ironic, because it was, as I’ve mentioned, a WW meeting. …perhaps she should start calling people “celery” and “truvia” and “boka burger”.
I’ve reset my WW profile to show that this, today, right now, is week #1 and I entered the Lying/Evil/Troll scale’s weight as my beginning weight. I don’t have the requisite math skills to convert and figure between my scale and theirs. I’m paying for theirs, I might as well use theirs. Next time, I’ll go pee first, take off my shoes, exhale, and take off my wedding ring. …that ought to help with the weigh-in.
The meeting was nice and I can see where going once a week and building relationships will be helpful. I’ll go back next week, if only to show that fecking scale that I really don’t care what it says. Really. I could care. Less. Yep. This is me: not caring.
The topic of the meeting was “bravo moments” and people around us who lend us support, encouragement, and love. So, since I seem to be “in the program” (when do I get my newcomer’s coin?), here are some people I’d like to give a Bravo! to: my husband, my kids, my friend Toy, my friend Dacia, my friend Ginger, Ramona the Sitter, and anybody who’s ever been nice to me, especially if I didn’t deserve it. (you know who you are. thank you.)
So: here’s to eating whatever I want in moderation and exercising a little every day.
…and here’s also to realizing that my favorite Starbucks beverage is only 5 points! yay!