So a while ago I went to the doctor. It was a regular check up, nothing special. I mentioned that I had put on a bit of weight an was worried about putting on more. I asked her what she thought.
She glanced at my chart and then looked at me. “yeah, you definitely need to lose at least 15 pounds.”
This was not really what I had thought I would hear.
“Yes, join a gym.”
“I… I go to the gym, I walk…’ I was going to say I walked two miles a day and really didn’t eat that much but she cut me off.
“Join Weight Watchers.”
I just looked at her. “That’s…. your advice?”
She nodded and closed my file. Standing up she extended her hand to me, “Yup. Join Weight Watchers, use your gym, drop at east 15 pounds. Okay, it was great seeing you today.”
She shook my hand and was gone before my mouth was even closed.
So… I joined Weight Watchers. I learned the point value of everything I eat. I monitor, I weigh in, I buy special food and eat extra veggies.
And I have lost almost ten pounds.
Which is good… it is nice to see that happen and I guess my doctor would be pleased. I, on the other hand, haven’t really noticed any changes. My clothes fit the same, I do’t have any more or less energy, and I just seem to spend more time thinking about food than almost anything else.
Yesterday though someone said to me “Wow, I can see that you have lost weight. You look good.” And suddenly it mattered.
So, I have about five pounds to go. Not sure what happens when I hit my goal… will I ever be able to eat French toast or cookies ever again?
And on that note… it is the end of September, a particularly trying month. I feel optimistic about October, I hope you do as well.