I don’t know when I got fat. It kind of snuck up on me. I’ve always been thin growing up and in my
head, I’ve always been skinny but here lately I’ve had to wear jeggings…all the
time. My son was the first to point it
out. “Mom, I’m not saying you’re fat,” he said. “I’m just saying your arms are
fat.”
Then one day I noticed my jacket kept getting hung up on
something. It was my butt.
“Hmmmmm, maybe I should do something about that,” I thought
to myself. But then I took a nap instead
and forgot. Then, I hurt my back at
work. I was sent to Physical Therapy
where my therapist kept using the terms “women your age” and “working on your
core.” In other words, I was old and
fat.
Then my foot started hurting. Plantar fasciitis. Crippling.
Again, the foot doctor mentioned weight.
The last straw was my husband. I had begun wearing elastic banded anything
around the house. I refused to buy a
higher size even if that meant I was going to have to wear my Oscar Mayer Wiener
pajama bottoms constantly. So be it. My husband came in and beheld me in all my
elastic banded glory.
“So that’s it then?” He asked after giving me the once over
with his eyes. “You’re just giving up?”
So this year, it’s our 25th Wedding Anniversary –
and my 45th Birthday too….so I’m giving myself the gift of health –
hopefully. At least, that’s my plan.
I joined Weight Watchers. And this is my journey, if you care to take
it with me.
Day One:
It was our first weigh-in.
Just as I suspected – I’m the heaviest I’ve ever been in my life. I got all the startup material for the 17
week program. Luckily, my work is
providing the venue and is kind enough to take the payments out of my next few
checks. There is a joker who likes
attention at the meeting who continually asks useless questions. This is already getting on my nerves. I look through the book….overwhelmed. I forgot to tell them I don’t cook. This may be a problem. Immediately I realize I’m going to have to
put every organizational tool I have into place if this is going to be
successful. I leave the meeting a bit
deflated….like a Belichick football only fatter.
I got home and signed up for my free eTools app so I could
keep track of my binges on my smart phone.
For fun, I used the recipe builder and input Rob’s awesome Chicken
Casserole to see how many points I consumed last night for dinner. If my calculations are correct, Rob’s Chicken
Casserole with its sour cream, cream of mushroom soup, jasmine rice, a sleeve
of Ritz Crackers and 3 cups of Shredded Cheddar Cheese and broccoli……was 26
points per tablespoon. That’s all the
points I’m allowed in one day, in one bite.
This may be harder than I thought.
Stay tuned.
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update: First Weigh In: http://musingrhonda.blogspot.com/2015/02/weight-watchers-weigh-inweek-one.html
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