Sunday, February 27, 2011

Doing It Together

Four years ago after the birth of my second son I decided that I needed some help losing weight.  When I walked into that first meeting I felt a flood of emotions including incredible sadness that I had to ask for help and couldn't do it by myself.  I never ask for help.  I'm all about being able to do things yourself.  Self sufficiency, strength and independence were my mottoes for most of my life.

But here I was in this meeting admitting that I needed help.  I cried through the entire first meeting.  It was something I had no control of, I couldn't stop.  It wasn't a blubbering cry, just slow hot tears running down my face as I thought about my life and were I had come to.  I stayed with Weight Watchers for six months and lost over 30 lbs.  I was so happy.  It was mostly the weekly meeting that helped me get to the place that I did.  The leader was just the right amount of knowledge, encouragement and guide.

The months following my departure, I lost a few more pounds which was evidence enough to me that I was "cured."  I could do it myself now.  And over the next four years anytime I felt bad about something I would think "at least I haven't gained the weight back" that's something I was really proud of.

Well, it didn't last forever.  Over the last six months I've gained a quarter of that weight back and every time I've tried to brush it off as "just a few pounds" it's gotten worse and worse.  And no amount of shame and effort has helped me get back to myself.

So today I went back to Weight Watchers.  The meeting leader recognized me as I was standing in line to register.  She came over to say hello.  I shook her hand and said "I'm back after four years."  With those words the tears weld up in my eyes and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop them from streaming down my face.  I cried through my entire registration process (can you say embarrassing?) and for the first few minutes of the meeting.  Again, not a blubbering cry but slow and constant tears.  Everyone was so nice about it and the meeting leader just said, "don't worry, it will be OK, you're home."  I had to admit that I couldn't keep the weight off and that I needed help again.  Man, was that hard!

So it's my first day back and I feel hopeful again and energized.  Now is when the hard work begins to get back to my good habits.  And make the sacrifices necessary to get to a good place again.

Wish me luck! And if there is anyone out there reading this that is struggling with this issue, I say find a good WW meeting, the people are so supportive and the program is reasonable.  It's OK to ask for help.  :)


  1. Oh man, I'm so sorry! I know how hard it is to slip back! It SUCKS! I am so glad you went back there, since you know it works for you! I'm doing it with you, you know! I have been stuck at a certain weight for MONTHS and I am finally determined to finish my weight loss and reach my goal -- I have about 20 more to go - my goal is to be there by swimsuit season! We can do this together!!!

  2. And you know, YOU absolutely can do anything you put your mind to. I'm CERTAIN!

  3. I think you are very brave. I love that you wrote about this.

  4. You know it works! You can do this. It IS hard - but you have LOTS of support! xoxox