I have been a “Weight Watcher” on and off for several years now. On when I have extra money and well, extra motivation. Off when I realize that only counting points one day a week does not make for an effective weight-loss regimen or a very loyal “Weight Watcher” for that matter. And, lately I’ve beenin the off pattern. Until now.
I’ve been revamped with some new motivation. Here goes.
1. Everyone around me is getting skinny, ‘cept me.
2. My “fat pants” are starting to pinch. Crap.
3. I’ve slowly crept past my “will never weigh that amount again” amount. Super-crap.
4. My boobs are getting too big.
So, I have decided to fire off on a new quest…a quest to lose weight. Again. For like the forty-hundredth time. But I think this time will be a teensy bit different than the others. Why, you ask?
Because I have subjected myself to something I swore I would never do. I have broken the unspoken code of our kind…I have breached the most agreed-upon rule I have learned since becoming a “woman.” I told my husband how much I weigh.
Allow me a moment to collect myself…it seems so much worse now that I’ve put it out there for the web-world to read. Find your happy place, Mindy. No, not Krispy Kreme! That’s what got you in trouble in the first place! Channel Denise Austin, Jane Fonda, the Buns of Steel folks…hell, at this point channel Richard Simmons!
Okay, I’m back. And I’m okay.
So, the story goes…
Me: Um, hey, Jer. I have something to ask you and it makes me feel a teensy bit uncomfortable.
Him: What?
Me: I don’t know how to put this…
Him: What’s up? Let me guess…you want to become swingers! (He starts snickering.)
Me: Yes.
Him: Wh-wh-what? Seriously? (Men are so simple, bless their hearts.)
Me: No. I want you to start weighing me. Like, be my Weight Watchers coach.
Him: (Confused and slightly bewildered) So you’re saying you don’t want to be swingers?
Me: Focus, Jer. That was a joke. Seriously, get a grip. Did you hear what I said about weighing me?
Him: (I can tell he’s coming back from the ‘swinging’ reference.) Okay, yes. I heard you. Are you sure you want me to?
Me: Yes. I do. I think it will really help me if I know I have to be accountable to someone. And not a friend. It’s pretty easy to convince a friend to skip weigh-in and hit the Rooty Tooty Fresh’n Fruity for breakfast instead. You will keep me focused.
Him: Um, I don’t know if this is a good idea. You’re going to get all mad at me and stuff.
Me: No, I’m not. I’m going to be a total grown-up about it and you’re not a judgmental person so we should have no problem.
Him: Okay, give it to me. What’s your weight?
Okay, so here’s where it got a little ugly. After about 15 minutes I was able to write down my weight on a piece of paper and slip it to him. He looked down at it, looked at me, smiled and then slipped it into his desk drawer.
Me: What was that smirk about?
Him: I didn’t smirk.
Me: Yes, you did. You smirked right after you looked at the paper. What was that about?
Him: Mindy, I didn’t smirk. I simply looked at the paper. And if you’re going to act like this each week then I’m not doing this. You can’t be mean to me.
Me: Humph.
And…that was this morning. First weigh-in. I can’t say it went too well but I’m holding out hopes that next week is much smoother. I can say this much though…Jer is one brave muchacho.
Love to all, Mindy
You do realize that Weight Watchers is cheaper than marriage counseling? 😉
I hear you on the fat pants. Mine are tight too. And I’m at my “never get here again” weight too.
Good for you for doing something about it. I’m thinking I’m going shopping for new pants!
I’m too cheap/broke to buy new pants…therefore the desperate need to fit into the ones currently maintaining residence in my drawer. =)
Mindy
Whoa, you are a brave woman. I don’t even let myself know how much I weigh, let alone my man! Seriously. I do not weigh myself anymore. I got a little obsessed about it at one point in my life and now I just choose not to know.
Call me crazy, but I’ve been actually trying raw foods lately. I was worried I would be hungry all the time, but I’m not. I only do it during the day. At night I eat with my family whatever they’re eating. We’re vegan so it’s usually really healthy. Who knows how long I’ll keep this up, but I have been feeling really good and really satisfied.
Victoria Moran has a great book called the Love powered diet or something like that. i don’t agree with everything in the book but I have found it to have some helpful advice.
Best of luck to you on this – I will be cheering for you!!!!
Marly
Thanks for the book ref. I’ll look into it. I only let myself weigh once a week or I would do it 3 times a day given the chance. And I’m not sure “brave” is the right word… =)
Mindy
You can do it Min! And let Jer know we always have a place for him here.
I’ll let him know…often just knowing you have options gets you through the hard times. =)
Mindy
kudos to you for
a)stepping away from the krispy kreme
b)making a point to DO something about it
and c) sharing your weight!
I still fib about mine and am in the “uncomfortable” zone right about now and refuse to believe the numbers on the scale (it’s digital so maybe there’s a glitch?)
good luck to you both!
Thank you! At the point I am at right now, I would have to lie quite a bit to give him a number I’m comfortable with…I think he might guess I’m “fibbing” so telling the truth seems like the only viable option. (I did make him deduct 2 pounds for water rentention, though.) =)
Mindy
Good job Mindy!! I know first hand how hard that was! If you need anything you know where I live and my phone number so use them. I know know you’ll do great. Love ya Val
Aw..thanks Val! And I know you understand how I’m feeling here…besides, you are a big motivation for me to get my (big) butt in gear. I may call you to talk me down from the Cheez-Its box! =)
Mindy
Mindy,
Congrats on giving up the weigh in to your hubby and putting yourself out there. I can’t seem to stay focused more than three days. I’ll be doing good then, in a flash, I’m pigging out. Then, I’ve ruined it, so I eat everything. I am in your same boat. I can’t afford new clothes and my “big” clothes are now small. Maybe, with your husband, the WW coach, he can really help you stay on track. I love reading about getting healthy. It always motivates me.
🙂
I’m with ya Angelia…that’s why I watch shows like Biggest Loser and read the success stories in all my magazines. I love the motivation…unfortunately it typically ends when the program is over or about 10 minutes after I read the article. Here’s hopin’ this time’s different!
Mindy