Ok, so maybe Weight Watchers doesn’t stink – the fact that I am on it does. I gained 15 pounds in 2007 – after I lost ALL the baby weight from Morgan’s birth in February! That train stops today – well yesterday.
First, let me note a few things to hedge off the “OMG – April has lost her mind” thoughts. I maybe a little quirky – but not about this.
I don’t think I am overweight, fat, gross or unhealthy. My body image is fine and I am not obsessing. I understand I am in a healthy weight range. In fact, I know I am pretty dern phenom for a 30-something mommy of four. I love myself and I am ok with the way I look.
But, the plain truth of the matter is that 15 pounds in one year is 30 pounds in two. In five years, I am 50-60 pounds out of my healthy weight range, my BMI is 32, I am technically obese and my youngest child will only be 6. People don’t ruin their health in one day…they do it over time. I am not willing to let that happen. Especially when I have a few other vices that I am not ready to deal with. Not to mention the fact that I am not excited about having to buy new clothes. Nope – we are going to nip this in the bud now.
Here’s the deal – I eat for pleasure and I *heart* food. In my teens, before kids, this was not a big deal. In my 20’s, it was only an issue the first six months after child birth. Now, in my 30’s, I have to accept that my body’s ability to withstand the fact that my favorite food is birthday cake and ice cream in dwindling.
So, I have decided on Weight Watchers. Not the meeting program, but the online accountability program. Couple of factors…
- Price – it was a good deal
- Flexibility – I lunch a lot. This is a big pain with a lot of programs. WW – I just count it.
- Accountability – The whole thought around WW is better choices with moderation. Big secret right? No. Could I do this myself with a diary and a pen? Sure. I could even use you guys as accountability folks – but that is not why I blog usually. There is a mental (hehe) thing that happens when I know that I have real points subtracted when I eat food. Appeals to my inner sportsman. Who, incidentally, if I let out more often, would have cured this whole problem.
- Everybody I know that has used it, likes it. I believe in word of mouth.
So, here I go…tapping at the door of 150lbs and knowing I really miss the land of the 130’s.