To type this makes my palms sweat and my stomach get butterflies.
I talked a big talk when I wrote Confessions Of A Fat Mom several months ago. So many of you (thousands actually) clicked on that link and head-nodded your way to understanding the layered and complilcated life of weight-loss. And I had SUCH high hopes for us, for me. You may be doing an epic job of moving more, eating less and holding tight. And if you are HOOORAY!
Turns out though for me, just TALKING about eating right and exercising didn't make the pounds come off. (Shocking) Apparently accountability and actually doing a real life-style change will bring about the results desired.
After many months and weeks of dismay, this week my man and I joined Weight Watchers (Again).
Here's our story:
This week my husband and I both decided we have had enough. My college friend, Paula recently lost 50 pounds and I decided: FINE! FINE! FINE! I’LL ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING INSTEAD OF JUST TALKING ABOUT IT. (Clearly not said in frustration AT ALL)
Ed and I had one million and one things to do each evening this week, but I loaded our girls up, picked Ed up from the train station and I drove us over to the Weight Watchers store at Eagle Village.
As we arrived in the parking lot my voice became shaky, my hands sweaty and I became an excessive talker.
“Let me just drive by the door to see how many people are inside.” I said under my breath.
“Oh gosh, there are too many people in there, Ed. I can’t do this. At all. No way. What was I thinking?”
Then two little voices from the backseat spoke up, “Mom, you can do this. Don’t be afraid.”
“Yeah Mommy, don’t be scared. I believe in you.”
My eyes became leaky and I dared not to blink for fear they would spill over into an uncontrollable sob.
I stared at the steering wheel. Here I was again. At the end of another rope. Staring weight-issues square in the face. With my kids in the back seat observing it all.
“Come on honey, we can do this,” assured my amazing man.
I grabbed his hand, took a deep breath and the four of us went inside.
I normally seem like an extreme extrovert. However, as an only child, there is also a very real introvert that lives inside. And the moment I walked in the door of Weight Watchers the introvert in me came out and I went inside my shell like a turtle.
We were greeted by a lovely lady and told to go ahead and join the group and they would meet with all of the new members after it was complete.
I went to the very back row and I dared not make too much eye contact with people.
The meeting was fine. My girls and Ed really enjoyed it. I was too busy feeling self-conscious to really listen to what was being said. The noise of my insecurity was louder than the leader talking.
Ed looked at me and proclaimed with humble confidence, “These are good tools. We can do this, babe.”
My girls were in complete focus on the stories from all the men and women and they completely forgot they had screens in their hands.
“Mama, you can do this! Jesus will be strong where you feel weak!”
And with that, we filled out the paperwork, stood on the horrible scales and walked into our first week of counting points. Which is actually not hard at all because there is an app that basically does it all for me on my phone. It’s genius.
Our kids are cheering us on, we are cheering each other on and we are determined to be healthier.
We are moving more, eating less, holding tight and counting points!
If anyone in the local area wants to join us on this journey, the Weight Watchers at Eagle Village is AWESOME! Come join us!
Ed and I will document our journey along the way. I tried to find a full length "before photo" to put up on this article, however, I could not find one. Then I realized, fat girls don’t take full body length photos. Ever. We are Stellar Croppers.
In several months, I’m hoping to be able to post a full-length photo. Wooooohoooooo! (said in a nervous, shaky, sweaty cheerleader type voice)
Who’s in? Who wants to join our crusade to become healthier?
All those local or not local, we would love for you to become part of our tribe as we cheer each other on!