Well, I’ve never been compared to a dog before………until today. As I walked incognito into my 1st Weight Watchers meeting (sunglasses, large hat, trench coat, binoculars), I carefully selected a discreet seat in the back row. At exactly 9:30AM I am scared into reality as “Peppy” comes singing and dancing down the aisle. I look around me to watch the reactions of the other people in the room who were unphased. I pull out my cell phone and text my mom, sisters and Haley to let them know that I feel like I am in AA and should stand up and say, “I am Beth and I am fat.” But I was too prideful and don’t feel like I’m “fat”, just big boned.
So “Peppy” does some toe touches and leaps and asks for feedback from the audience. This is when “Mary” decides to share about how she feels that dogs know the secret to stablizing their weight. Eat the same thing everyday. She said that we too should be dogs. Hmm. I think the above picture kinda throws Mary’s theory out of commission.
I will admit that when “Peppy” started handing out stickers for those who had reached a weight goal that week, I found myself back in kindergarten and desperately wanting a sticker. I even teared up. For real. So, this is my vulnerable attempt at trying to reach for my first sticker. Tell the whole world wide web you are going to Weight Watchers and there’s some automatic accountability and increased scrutiny on the size of my chins.
So, this leads me to my grocery store trip. Is anyone else disturbed over the fact that we eat food that doesn’t go bad for TWO YEARS??????????????? HELLO!!!! It’s mildly disturbing. I’m saying this aloud as I load my buggy down with every version of preservative-packed chocolate weight-loss snack known to the free world. It’s a start.
After the grocery store trip I need some more motivation so I head over to ATL (Ann Taylor Loft), my fave store. They are having a MEGA sale in which I will receive 45% off my purchase. Thank you, Sally. (Why does a missionary who raises her own support feel the need to broadcast to everyone that I will purchase clothes on sale?) Anyway, I put on hold pants that are a size or two smaller than where I am now as more motivation. I promise I will do a fashion show starting mid-October with my new jeans. I know you all will be waiting with baited breath.
Okay, I’m sure I will wake up tomorrow completely mortified at the fact that I was this vulnerable about what most women hate the most: weight. However, it’s kinda nice too. Maybe it’s the hunger getting to my brain. I don’t know. I have issues, don’t I? OH well. I’m off to try my new snack.