Raise? HA! No, I wish though.
Yesterday, I reached my 5% weight loss goal! A huge moment according to Fat Kids AA (ie: Weight Watchers). I never thought I would join, but about 10 weeks ago after months of being mad that my skinny jeans couldn’t fit over my thighs, I looked up information on Weight Watchers. It took two weeks of deciding if I had the money to join and if I really NEEDED to join. But I knew after I stepped into my closet one morning it wasn’t the clothes that I hated, it was my body. This was the moment I knew it was time to do something about it.
Boston is very different from Atlanta in many ways, but the first thing I noticed when I moved here is no one walks in Atlanta. Anywhere; unless it’s from your car to the store…
You walk everywhere in Boston, so exercise is a part of life. Down here, everyone drives. No. Matter. What. I live 0.9 miles away from work and I drive. (I am pathetic, I know). So when my clothes stopped fitting and my daily walking decreased immensely, I was becoming bitter and unpleasant.
So one Tuesday afternoon after work, I drove to a meeting fearing I would be laughed out of the room because I am not 200 plus pounds or because I was the youngest person in the room. But to my surprise I walked in and was greeted by the leader who talked me through the whole process. Even though I wasn’t 200 plus pounds I was still considered heavy for my height, so I sat through the whole meeting and listened. At first it was hard not to judge… I mean WTF are you supposed to do when people raise their hands and say “I just can’t stop eating.”? Or “Chocolate is my worst enemy. Once I start, I eat 3 full bars.” I could not relate and I DID NOT WANT to relate. Whatever, I already put my money down so I was in it for the long haul… or at least for a month. If I hated it and didn’t think it was working, I would quit.
Well eight weeks into it, I have lost almost 10 pounds and all of a sudden my clothes are fitting again. And those people I tried not to judge in Meeting #1? I see them every Tuesday night. They are my support group (at the risk of sounding a bit like A.A.). We come from all different backgrounds and ages, but for whatever reason when someone reaches their goal or someone has a tasty (healthy) recipe or a good hint for dining out, you find yourself really listening and taking their advice. You clap. You smile for them. And you laugh. Everyone laughs. It’s difficult to leave a meeting without smiling either at yourself for losing that pound or for knowing you have 30 strangers who understand that eating doesn’t have to take your life over.
So here’s to hopefully another successful week… and to reaching my goal by Thanksgiving!