The other day I went to Super Wal-Mart.
My wife wanted a snack, so I bought some Weight Watchers Chocolate Chip Muffins. They looked good, I think three points a muffin.
When I was checking out, the cashier, who had a lovely tattoo of a dagger on her chest, looked at the muffins and said to me:
“Damn baby! You do not need Weight Watchers!”
When “Tee-Tee” said this comment to me, two things came to mind:
1. Those are the best compliments to get. Those are the ones that make you smile all day, the ones that reassure you that this lifestyle is worth it!
It is nice when my wife makes a positive comment, but it is kind of in the rules of marriage:
“Do you Rebecca take this man to be your husband, and do you promise to always make positive comments about his weight even if he gains a pound or two?”
But when someone makes an off-the-cuff comment,it makes you feel good.
There was a huge line of people behind me. It was not like she said it because I was going to tip her.
No, those are the best feeling compliments!The ones that pop out of nowhere!
2. I love Weight Watchers. Now, with that being said, let me get a couple of things off my chest:
I do not understand Jenny McCarthy as the spokesperson. She is famous for being hot. She was overweight for maybe three seconds in her life.
There are no overweight people on the website. It seems like they use models.
I do not think it is better than “your” program. I do not like when people try to convert others into “Weightwatcherism“
I know it works for some and not for others.
I think some people take their membership a little too far.
With all that being said,Weight Watchers saved my life.
Weight Watchers helped me learn what true accountability is.
See, when you spill milk, it is easy to look at the milk and say
“Yep, I spilled it. I spilled the milk!”
Well, that is easy to admit, yet the milk is still on the floor.
That is what I thought accountability was.
I would go to meetings and hear comments like:
“I have a eating problem. I did great all week and then went crazy on Saturday. Yeah, I gained three pounds, but I do not care. It was worth it! But see, I am back here, ready for another week. I am accountable for my actions!”
Those are comments I would hear all of the time. I heard it enough to learn what true accountability was.
To me, true accountability is seeing spilled milk on the floor, not caring who spilled it, getting on your knees, cleaning it up, and then talking to everyone about the best way not to spill milk.
I had to take responsibility for my actions. It was easy to say I have a eating problem. At 420 pounds, who would dispute it.
It would have been easy to do well with eating three days, take a off day, and then try again. Yet, I would not have lost over 200 pounds.
Weight Watchers kept me accountable. I would go on that scale each week. The one that you could really never see how much you lost, but had to trust the receptionist on being honest.
“Great! You lost 2.6 pounds!”
I learned confidence with Weight Watchers. I lever looked at it like “Wow, I have 44 points!”
I looked at it like, I have 44 points, let me see the healthiest foods to eat for the rest of my life.
I learned responsibility. I learned accountability! True accountability.
So I looked at “Tee-Tee” and smiled. She made me feel good, and I disagreed in my mind about her opinion of Weight Watchers.
Weight Watchers is a part of my life. I am glad.