if i tried to count the number of times i have started and stopped weight watchers in my lifetime, i would have to use both hands. each time, my success has been directly proportional to the amount of effort i’ve put in…funny how that works. well, six months ago i recommitted. i realized that when i would look in the mirror and comment on how fat i was, michael was still saying things like, “but you just had a baby.” lucy was 18 months old when i started ww. she was certainly not a baby, and i most certainly had not just had her. but michael was a good husband, so he indulged me a little bit.
when i walked through the doors of my first ww meeting, i felt sick. sure, i had two babies to show for my massive weight gain, but it was still embarrassing to walk through the doors. walking through the doors was admitting that i couldn’t do it on my own. i’d been trying for 18 months, to no avail. i needed help. at least i knew where to go to get it.
i weighted 203.4 pounds that day. a number that i promised myself i would never have to see again. and i looked something like this:
it was definitely time for a change. and i was finally ready. so, after 6 months of counting points, going to meetings, and trying to make better choices, i finally reached my goal weight on tuesday night. now begins a period of maintenance, which will hopefully teach me how to maintain a weight rather than losing or, god forbid, gaining. one thing i know for sure is that i will never, ever see the number 203.4 again when stepping on the scale. and knowing that feels amazing.