In August 1991, I became a lifetime member of Weight Watchers® after losing about 15 pounds. I weighed 136, and I had a good six months of lithe, willowy, sexy living until I became pregnant with my daughter. Got back to a concave- belly body, albeit a mom-jeansy one, then had my son, and have been in a rotund daze ever since – cooking, eating, and in general, being quite jolly. I’ve been back to Weight Watchers® here and there, and I am still—and will always be—a lifetime member, horrifying though that may seem to some. With my daughter off to college and my son now 16 years old and 5’ 11”, with hairy legs, facial hair, and size 13 feet, I’ve decided it’s finally time for me to lose my pregnancy weight.
Several weeks ago I walked back into Weight Watchers® (again), with my bag of membership booklets, and – they took me back! They had my whole history in that computer (oh the shame), they gave me a gold lifetime membership booklet, and they crossed out all the depressing numbers with a thick black marker so as not to de-motivate me. The program has gone through many changes, but some things have remained the same: paying a fee to have another human being
weigh you for ten seconds once a week works; tracking every odd bite of food you put in your mouth works; and I am a raving lunatic when I am on Weight Watchers®.
In the past, I’ve told no one of my journey. Now I’ve decided to tell everyone.
- This blog is not in any way affiliated with, or an endorsement of, Weight Watchers. WEIGHT
WATCHERS is the registered trademark of Weight Watchers International, Inc. You can check out their website for more information.
- You will not find any full-body “before” and “after” pictures of me. At some point, I will potentially include a shot that goes below my shoulders. And thereafter, I may provide a top-half shot. Eventually you may see me from head-to-knees. My knee-to-toe profile is
not exciting at all. Except for a sea of veins that looks like the world map, that region of my body has stayed the same.
- I am not publishing my weight so don’t ask, nosy.