I wonder how many times I’ve posted on here like, “hey guys, thanks for the support yet again!” It feels like a million times.
But hey guys, thanks for the support yet again!
After I admitted to myself, my mom, and all of you that I do indeed have a true eating disorder [I’m pretty sure my doctor is going to say, “I TOLD YOU SO” the next time I see her—seriously, she keeps it real], I made a decision to try something that was never really an option to me before.
I joined Weight Watchers. And I went to my first meeting.
For some reason I always equated Weight Watchers to a bunch of older women with pedometers eating assigned foods and tallying up points and really I just didn’t know anything about it. And the only people I knew who had tried it were older women—my mom, my mom’s friends, my elderly neighbor.
My mom was actually the one to suggest it. I looked up the site, did some research, immediately tried to put off going to a meeting, and then told myself, NO. No more of this. So I signed up for yesterday’s meeting and have already tracked my first day of food.
There were lots of older ladies in there, yes, but there were also a couple younger ones and even a few men of different ages. Everyone was nice, and I felt myself nodding along to their words the ENTIRE time. The leader was friendly and funny, which helped too.
At the end of it, we had a separate meeting for the newbies, where I met two women I really liked and a very sweet older woman who called me pretty [10 points for you, Sylvia] and wished me good luck when she walked out the door. I shared what I shared with all of you and the leader and the other women were very sensitive and supportive towards me.
No pun intended, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders…and I feel like this was the reason my weight loss wasn’t permanent before. I took off nearly 30 lbs, sure, but without admitting the problem, which is supposedly the amazing gateway first step, it probably wasn’t in the cards for me to make a permanent change.
I won’t lie, I felt a little self-conscious walking up to the building. It’s in a popular area of town, and for a moment I thought, what if someone sees me?
And then I told myself, who the fuck cares?