Well, this is a day of annoyances, some nasty, some merely, well, annoying…
The one I’m gunna rant about is my meeting with Weight Watchers, which actually wasn’t today, but close enough…
First: They’ve done me good. I’ve lost more than forty pounds with them. Bless ’em.
While their claim to be a life style rather than a diet stretches my credulity (I hope not to spend my life eating no more than a half square inch cube of cheese in any given day… and, way, way too much “product” with way too many chemicals…), they are the people I was able to lose weight with.
Lost it. A bunch.
And, of course, as “they” say, the only thing harder to do than lose weight is keep it off.
In the craziness of our selling our house, buying our house & moving from Newton to Providence, I gained back twenty of those pounds.
At this moment no suit or sport coat I own (I got rid of all my fat clothes) actually closes or if it does closes in a bulgy way. I won’t even go into the pants problem…
So, after futzing about and putting it off, justifying it all because there are no WW meetings that are even slightly convenient (underscoring that for all its charms, and there are many, Providence is a pretty small city…), I finally determined the least inconvenient time and went.
Now, those who know me, know I’m a massively non compliant type. There is nothing in me that can weigh and measure my food, much less write everything I eat into a booklet. What makes this work is what they call “core.” Which is essentially eliminating nearly all fat and heavily processed foods. I can eat all I want of anything on the good list. (Turns out you can only eat so much lettuce…)
But, hey, it worked for me.
That, and what really, really helps: the shame factor of being weighed in by a little old lady who either says, “oh, wonderful sweetie, you lost one tenth of a pound!” or, “don’t worry, darling, we all slip from time to time. and it’s only three pounds!”
Well, I waddled down to the local fat club only to learn they’ve dropped core.
The intake person said they only have a variation on point counting called Momentum (I guess there’s a trademark symbol following).
I sat through the meeting in complete despair…
After some serious fretting I’ve decided to continue with my core plan and just go and weigh in, throwing my hopes on the power of little old lady input…
However, this morning, more hope. I noticed a friend was wearing a WW brand step counter and mentioned my sad story. She said I wasn’t completely accurately informed. Time ran out and we didn’t get to continue at that moment.
But that hope thing, it springs…
like green buds in the snow…
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