I’ve been a Weight Watcher member for 10 year
now and all I can say is: what a journey it has been. The good, the bad, the ups, and the downs…and
a few more scale ups than downs.
One thing is for certain, I wouldn’t be where I
am had it not been for Weight Watchers and all this program, its members, and
its leaders have taught me. Add to that
all the fantastic support I’ve had from both near and far, family and friends,
and even from strangers.
In 2015, I lost my way. I wasn’t attending my WW meetings except for
once a month, I wasn’t weighting and measuring my food, I wasn’t tracking nor was I getting in my
activity. I was avoiding the scale and
burying my head in the sand when it came to facing the re-gain that had been making
me feel bad about myself. You could
pretty much say that for all intensive purposes that I quit WW. But, it wasn’t until 2016 when a coworker
asked me, “are you still doing WW?” that I realized I had basically quit even
if I didn’t want to admit I had quit.
Why would I quit something that was such a
large part of my life and what used to make me so happy? Mostly it came down to a shift in my
priorities and not putting myself first. For the first time in almost 10 years, WW
didn’t feel fun and encouraging or positive.
It felt shameful and negative. You
see, nobody was making me feel this way.
I was just really good at negative self talk and it felt like I was
drowning. Suddenly, losing weight again felt
overwhelming just as it had when I started this journey weighing in at 304.8
pounds.
I needed an intervention…and quick! In July of 2016, I finally got serious again
when my weight reached an all-time high since reaching my goal weight of 253
pounds. I was living at my parent’s
house while our new house was being built and started to attend my original WW
meeting on Monday nights in Nampa. For
the first time in a long time, it felt like I had a WW home and that I could
once again start to get my grove back.
For several weeks, I lost really consistently and almost earned my 10
pound sticker. Over the next few months,
I continued to stay in the 240s floating up and down the scale.
In December of 2016, I gave myself a pep talk
as I have many times before only this time it stuck. I joined a meeting on Monday nights in
Meridian (the same meeting I joined after I reached goal, however, a different
leader) and continue to feel at home among the members and leader. This is a great group and a great
leader. If I can’t be at my Tuesday
morning meeting with Leader Donna, then my Monday night meeting with Leader
Gretchen is a very close second. I’ve
also occasionally attended Tuesday night with Leader Susan. Both meetings have wonderful support in its
members and he leader.
IT FEELS GOOD!
It feels good to focus on me again.
It feels good to track. It feels
good to meal plan. It feels good to
exercise (when I’m not ridiculously sore after a session with the personal
trainer I hired in December). It just
feels so good to be successful and as the scale moves down, Weight Watcher
feels positive again. I am so happy I
re-committed and while I did quit…I’m glad I never actually quit. WW will always be my center. It will always be what grounds me no matter
how far I seem to stray from it. WW is home.
Cheers to the last 10 years and a toast to the
next 10 years to come.
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