Immediately upon returning to New York, I
joined Weight Watchers, got a scale, followed all the rules, and lost 40 pounds
by May of 2010.
In the two years since, I’ve pretty much kept
off all the weight I’d gained. I no longer track what I eat, but I still weigh
myself most days, and am conscious, though not compulsive, about what goes in my mouth.
Wednesday was my Weight Watchers meeting day,
and I used to love going. I liked the
people in the group (still do), the leader (who left last fall), and my weekly
report card (known more familiarly as my
official weigh-in number).
Now I am a Lifetime member and need to stay
within two pounds of my goal weight, which is 124. Another requirement is that I must weigh-in
at least once a month. Today I go just to
weigh-in. The last time I went was only
two weeks ago, and I’m down a pound (I weigh 124.6, and stand about 5’4 to
5’5”).
I miss the discipline of having a goal. Especially a reachable one. I am probably one of the few people who
actually enjoyed the process of losing weight.
Too bad I can’t be a surrogate weigh-loser for others. Now that would be an interesting job. I bet it would pay well too, considering how much the demand would exceed the supply.
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