Them other weight loss plans don't know how to act…yeah.
Apparently, Weight Watchers wanted me back, or so I was led to believe by an email, followed shortly by a post card. Because it made me feel so special, so singled out, I decided to re-join WW Online. I've been going strong for 9 whole days. Off heavily sugared items and junk…walking or biking a little every day, and surprisingly, NOT feeling like I'm dying of starvation.
Don't get me wrong: points watching = dieting. There ain't no other way around it. But it certainly can help you understand how a portion size does not equal the amount of food in Chip's dog dish.
I was once a WW Lifetime Member. Back in…2000? maybe 2001? '02? I can't actually recall the date, but…it was after Cole had been born, and I was tired of being uncomfortable in my own skin. So I found a local meeting and joined. And I was a superstar member, losing every single week. But it wasn't too hard, really. Did you know that cigarettes have no points?!!! Hmmmm…should i eat these low fat graham crackers for 2 points, or…smoke?
So I always felt like i dishonestly earned that lifetime membership. And I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to the hard-working women, circa 2000-2002, at the Roseville WW location, for pretending to be a model plan member. Sigh.
But here's the deal: it works. I know it, you know it, the American people know it. And after a brief WW online affair following my trip to Australia, that failed miserably—me following the plan, not me in Australia, or so they tell me—I decided, because they asked so nicely and all, to come back.
I realize I don't have massive amounts of weight to lose. Really. I do. But I also realize I have issues with abusing things that make me feel good. Like food. Or nicotine. It's truly amazing that I don't have issues with drugs and alcohol. But, never say never. A heroin habit is never far away, if you're not vigilant.
All I'm trying to do is live a little healthier, and take care of the one body I've got. I'd love to reach and stay at my goal weight, which is 140. And in the end, realize that I can have it all: family, friends, french fries in moderation, and far less junk in my trunk.