Ever since I birthed my baby, I’ve been on a quest to drop the pounds I gained for growing the little coconut. Actually, he came out quite huge, but we won’t go into that right now. Here I am, 15 months later and I haven’t gotten very far in my journey.
I decided that I needed an intervention. I needed professional help.
I joined Weight Watchers.
I went to my first meeting last Thursday. I was told that it was going to be an “intro” meeting. I didn’t realize that we would be “introduced” to our weights that first day.
I did not make a great impression with the scale.
We were told all about the new program. It’s a little different than when I did it 4 years ago. The only thing not new — counting points. I think that’s why I love the program though. The point system makes you realize things. It makes you realize that you will use your entire day’s worth of points by your third bowl of cereal at breakfast. It makes you realize you will eat your entire day’s worth of points by eating a double whopper cheeseburger. You will realize that you will eat your entire worth of day’s points by going to certain Italian restaurant, who will remain nameless, but still love and would be willing to trade her firstborn for extra points to cover the breadsticks alone.
Do you see why I need the intervention?
So I took my books, my calculator, my binder. I had to train my brain. That’s no easy task. I had to train my brain to write ev-er-y-thing down. I had to train my brain to eat more fruits and vegetables. I had to train my brain to exercise.
This first week wasn’t as rough as I thought it would be. I counted every point. I wrote it all down. I even threw in a couple of runs.
Tomorrow is my 1st weigh-in. We’ll see how I did.