Hello humans. It's been a while. In short, I've had a baby (he's awesome BTW) and survived an epic day of paintball. Other than that, things are pretty much the same. Now that we are all caught up....
I'm a Weight Watcher. I am not ashamed of this. It is a fantastic program and it helped me lose a great deal of weight after my daughter was born. Now that Big Jules is here, I'm back on the plan and looking to get healthy for good. As a motivator, I've signed up to walk in the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer in Houston, TX in April. More on that in an other post.
Last night was my WW (that stands for Weight Watchers, keep up people) meeting. My weigh in went something like this:
Friendly Staff Member: Okay, I've got your weight. Are you staying for the meeting?
Me: (assuming she wanted me to stay for the meeting because I had skipped last week and gained some weight) Yes, I'm staying.
FSM: Great! Would you like your rewards now or in the meeting?
Me: I get rewards? Hell yeah I want them! And I want them in front of EVERYONE!
I sat through my meeting super excited. I peeked at my weight record after weigh-in and realized that I had hit the 10lbs down milestone! At the end of the meeting, my leader started handing out rewards and I was ready. She got to me and handed me a 5lbs star and everyone clapped it out for me. Apparently, you get a 5lbs star each time you lose 5 lbs. There is no 10lbs star.
This was not acceptable. At the end of the meeting, I went to the front of the room and had a talk with my leader. It went something like this:
Me: I'm sorry, but is there a 10lbs star?
L: No, you get a 5lbs star each time you lose 5lbs, until you hit 20lbs down.
Me: That's cool, but here's the thing. I wasn't here last week, so I kinda got shorted a star because I hit both milestones since the last time I was here.
L: So you didn't get your first star? Would you like one?
Me: Well, if you're offering... HELLS YEAH I WANT MY STAR!
She laughed and gave me another star. Because really, I'm working my butt off (seriously, this big ass HAS to go) to lose this weight and I feel like I've earned those freaking stars!
I texted my husband and my WW buddies to tell them the good news and I headed off to Rousse's to stock up on more fruits and veggies. I felt so good walking through the produce department. I made witty conversation with ladies near the apples. I smiled at the cute boy in the melon section. I felt like, even though these people had never met me before, they could see that I was 10lbs thinner and they were so proud of me! I even ran into a couple WW ladies from my meeting. We talked about fruits and new ways to prepare Kale (bake it like a chip, BEYOND DELICIOUS).
The girl inside of me is funny and smart and outgoing and for a long time I feel like the heavy girl I've become has suffocated her a little. With every pound lost, I feel more and more like the person I want to be. Because that person is pretty awesome. Just ask my husband!
Walking back to my car, I was giddy. I had my new fruit and my smaller figure. I jumped in my car, ready to head home. As I was putting on my seat belt, I noticed a giant white sticker on my left boob. It was my name tag from my meeting. My gigantic Weight Watchers name tag. I'll say it again, I'm not ashamed of the fact that I go to Weight Watchers. However, nothing makes you feel more like a dork than realizing that the cute boy in the melon section was probably smiling at me because he was amused by my name tag.
Oh well, I had two even cuter boys waiting for me at home.