Friday, December 14, 2007

The Biggest Loser

If I could have any wish in the world (and that wish could not be for world peace, to end the genocide in Darfur, to end all wars, stop the world from melting, get a job, bring my cousin back, make my Mom sane again, clone and freeze the DNA of my dog), I would wish to weigh what a girl weighs and not a man weighs.

Right now, I most certainly WEIGH WHAT A MAN WEIGHS. (And Ladies, he's not a thin man, either.)

Today, I took a step to end that. Last week, me and my friends L & S went and joined Weight Watchers. I always imagined the kind of woman that joins Weight Watchers was gigantic, wears loud sweaters a la Cliff Huxtable and has 8 or more cats. What's weird is, it's the total opposite. It's a bunch of hip girls with their cool clothes, rockin' handbags who speak in a foreign language of "points," "flex or core" and "activity points."

Every time I've been on a diet it has involved shame, embarrassment and pre-eating before I go out to dinner as not to attack a bowl of Fettucine Alfredo at a restaurant. Now there's gabbing about sensible snacks, morning smoothies and success stories!

This morning I got on the scale at Weight Watchers. I had a whole speech prepared to the lady running the machine, "Listen, I'm not trying to lose any weight before the holidays, okay? Just maintain, so when you see the scale has not budged since last week you can save me the SAD EYES and the PEP TALK, okay?"

But before I could say that, she said, "You lost 2 pounds." Then she stamped my card with three, COUNT 'EM, THREE "Bravo" STAR STICKERS.

I almost cried. And had we not been separated by a 2 foot counter, I might have lept over it an HUGGED HER, I WAS SO FRICKIN' HAPPY. (Which is probably precisely why that counter is there.)

Somethings I know for sure, today. I'm always going to bet on myself - I might just lose which means I win. When I do lose all this weight - it will be for the last time. I don't care who dies, who goes crazy or who dumps me. When I am at my goal weight, like I was just 2 years ago, I will not THINK ABOUT "MAYBE IF I JUST LOSE 10 MORE." I will not think about "MORE," I will think about how lucky I am that I am at A HEALTHY AND GOOD AND SKIRT WEARING WEIGHT and that I don't want to waste anymore time NOT appreciating where I am at THIS MOMENT RIGHT NOW.

Like this moment right now. Two pounds lighter. To someone else, it might not seem like much. To me, it's a miracle.


Anonymous said...

Congrats! I'm so proud of you! <3

thesleepycat said...

exactly, 2 lbs. doesn't seem like that much but its just knowing that you reached that weekly goal, and hell yeah, if you keep going at the speed you can lose over 30 lbs. in 4 months... in time for that wedding! you can do it!!!!! congratulations!!!!!! :D

Mandy said...

Weight watchers rocks - I lost 25 lbs. on it last year and it makes it so achievable.

Well done!!

cl-pooh1972 said...

I used to think the same thing about Weight Watchers ladies. Big as a house and had no life. But alas, that was just me. The others are all cool.

Em said...

I do WW too. I've been pretty bad lately so I haven't been going because I hate the idea of GAINING, but I do love the program. I don't know how awesome your leader is, but my leader is F'ing amazing. She's from South Africa, is hysterical, and makes me want to go every week just to hear her talk (except when I'm face with the "you've gained 2 pounds"- although they do have "get out of the weigh-in passes" where you don't have to weigh-in). She gets a huge crowd. She's at the Woodland Hills location on Saturdays, so it's a hike, but if you haven't found an amazing leader yet, it's worth the drive...

And there's a Coffee Bean in the same parking lot!

RadoMom said...

2 lbs when you weren't expecting it is awesome! What a great birthday present =)

adventure grrl said...

Thanks for all the rockin' encouragement. Lately, I've been having this feeling I haven't had in a while... Oh, that's right, it's hunger. It's what you feel when you don't always have Cheetos at the ready to snack on while driving and talking on your cell phone.

Em, you better get your butt to the next mtg. you can. That's exactly what I did, avoid the scale, til 2 pounds became 4 pounds became 20 and jeans became sweatpants. Just go face it! You might be surprised, I know I was :)

Dave said...

And this one made me cry.