Weight Watchers: Vous m'avez eu au "Step On"

My relationship with Weight Watchers (WW) has been like a tumultuous love affair: we met, we hit it off, we shared good times and rough times, we broke up, we tried other relationships, we got back together, we broke up again… You know the movie: girl meets weight-loss plan, girl loses weight, girl cheats with fattening food and starts missing meetings, girl gains weight, girl reunites with weight-loss plan. You wonder, will there ever be a happy ending to this story?

I lost my diet plan “virginity” at the tender age of 13, the summer after my first year of high school. My homeroom teacher, Ms. Bottari, said those infamous words to me, “You would be so pretty if only you lost weight.” Yes, I was very overweight although I have completely repressed what I actually weighed. What I can’t forget is the teasing all through that first year of high school, as if freshman year isn’t hard enough. My worst memory is of having to run a mile on the track (5 and ¼ laps); this was during the Jimmy Carter administration when physical fitness for children was an actual priority and a required part of the school curriculum (if you don’t know who Jimmy Carter is, you’re probably not old enough to be on the computer unsupervised). In my velour (Je sais que! It was in style then!) gym suit, I huffed and puffed trying to get around that track. Over my labored breathing, I heard some kid yell to his friend, laughing, “Hey, the fat girl is running faster than you.” That made me not give up; the pain in my heart was burning worse than the pain in my legs.

My parents took me to my first WW meeting. As a teenager, the meetings were boring to me. A bunch of adults talking about what to do with the other half of a banana (you were only allowed ½ back then) and the always asked question, “What’s a legume?” What I remember most is the scale. It was the big, doctor’s office type of scale with the big weight that clunks into the 100, 150, 200 ou (halètement) 250 mark and the slide bar that you stared at as the weigh-in person tapped it over and over, quarter-pound by quarter-pound, trying to get the weight to balance. J'ai perdu 40 pounds that summer (oh, the metabolism of youth) and returned to school a happy, outgoing sophomore.

But like most first relationships, we drifted apart and my weight went up and down over the years. After trying yet another diet plan that promised fast, easy weight loss but didn’t deliver, I always ended up back on the doorstep of WW, begging for another chance. Sometimes I wanted a long-term commitment; sometimes it was an “Oh my G-d, I can’t believe the size of my booty” call. While other diet plans were fast and exciting (“lose 40 livres en 10 days”), filled with seductive promises (“eat whatever you want,” “no exercise necessary”) and forbidden desires (no carbs, no fats, all the protein you can eat), WW was calm, stable and pragmatic. The “nice guy” of diet plans, si vous voulez. WW said I could eat whatever I wanted, within reason, as long as I measured and tracked. Boring. WW said I needed regular exercise and could earn more points (nourriture) that way. Soupir. WW said to expect to lose an average of 1-2 pounds per week, any more than that was too much. Quoi? That would take forever! WW made it clear that it was NOT a “diet,” but a lifestyle change. They wanted me to attend meetings regularly, wait on a line with other anxious people (mostly women trying to figure out one more item of jewelry or clothing they could remove), and step on a scale in front of everyone who pretended not to listen as the weigh-in woman smiled congratulations or solemnly scribbled a “plus” sign in your fold-out booklet. As long as I did my part, WW always came through on their promises. I always lost weight but I was young and impatient. I wanted more, faster and without the work. Like a helpless victim lured by the siren call of fried foods, I strayed yet again.

Things changed in 2001. I was having horrible headaches I assumed were migraines. Ils se sont révélés être de ma pression artérielle qui a été en plein essor à environ 220/120. Mon médecin m'a mis sur le médicament, puis un autre médicament. Puis un peu plus. Sentant vieux et peur, I once again turned to WW. Je suis allé à une réunion près de mon nouvel emploi à Tribeca. Le chef était merveilleux. Elle était amusant, la psychologie utilisé (un gros plus avec moi) et nous a fait chanter des chansons heureux à la fin des réunions ("... Quand vous êtes souriant, le monde entier sourit avec vous ".) I made zero-point soup and had a loss every single week! My students might have wondered why I wore the exact same outfit every Wednesday (I didn’t want to use my clothes as an excuse). Ma routine était réconfortant et passionnant. Je aimerais enseigner classe, puis marcher à ma réunion WW Liberty St., et ramasser un autre ruban ou une étoile de mon succès. Puis je la tête à l'Au Bon Pain tenir dans le World Trade Center et manger ma soupe de légumes à l'extérieur dans la Plaza en face des tours jumelles. J'ai perdu 50 livres en 3 et ½ mois. Sur 9/11, the building where my WW meetings were held was destroyed and I quit again. Je ai essayé une autre réunion dans un autre lieu, mais ce ne était pas la même. Rien ne était la même après ce jour tragique. Peu à peu, Je ai mis le poids sur le dos.

Dans 2006, my relationship with WW became a ménage-a-trois as I joined yet again but this time with my husband, Tom. It was a different experience, going to a meeting with someone else, letting a third party see my “nakedness” on the scale and in the booklet. There was something satisfyingly voyeuristic about watching each other get weighed. Tom was one of about 3 men at the meeting and we enjoyed our leader, a young woman who had just found out she had a gluten intolerance. I had lost about 17 lbs. when I herniated a disk in my back and couldn’t sit through the meetings anymore. Heartbroken over not being able to go out to WW, WW came to me through the wonders of technology. I joined WW Online and was able to track my food and points from home. Now weigh-ins were private moments, just me and the scale. No people, no lines, and no clothes (oui, I was finally fulfilling that fantasy).

Surtout, I discovered the message boards where I could talk with other WW members, share tips and recipes, support each other, and celebrate the ups and commiserate the downs (or should that be the other way around?). The people I’ve met on the message boards (especially the Vegetarian Board, affectionately known as the VB) have become my friends and my family. We all have different stories but we share so many dynamics, especially our relationships with food and WW. It is almost like a polygamous marriage, where we are all committed to the same partner, taking our turns at the scale.

They say you never forget your “first.” Relationships come and go. Friends move on, marriages fail, children grow up, people change and want different things. I can’t guarantee that I will always be faithful and won’t explore other options but in the end, I know where my bread is (lightly) buttered. It is no secret where my heart lies and I know that WW will always be a part of my life, for thinner or fatter, for hungry or fuller, till death do us part.

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4 Les réponses à Weight Watchers: Vous m'avez eu au "Step On"

  1. Furyfaerie Août 26, 2009 à 8:59 sur #

    Great blog, keep on writing. You have a lot of great things to say and I have enjoyed reading what you have written so far!

  2. Wendy Août 25, 2009 à 8:55 sur #

    Aimer, Turtledog!

    – Wooze from the VB

  3. Maddy Avena Août 25, 2009 à 7:43 sur #

    This is hysterical! Keep writing, grrl!
    xo

  4. pksarna Août 25, 2009 à 6:45 sur #

    Wow, what an awesome post. You’ve said all the right things to get me back to meetings. The success of meetings and WW just can’t compare to diets…it really is a day at a time challenge. Than you for sharing your story.

    Rock on VB sister!


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