Today I want to talk about Weight Watchers. Before we begin, though, let’s address the obvious. At the beginning of each year people are all about their New Years Resolutions – and this year I’m no exception. Yeah sure, it’s easy to dismiss the whole notion of resolutions as a frivolous often fruitless pursuit. Not so long ago, I was a non-believer – rolling my eyes (on the inside) when I heard people talking about their resolutions. Thought I was too cool for that stuff (insert sarcastic tone). But I was a twat. Truth is, resolutions are no different than having goals in life – and I don’t think anyone would say that having goals is a bad thing.
One of my “goals” in the new year is to drop a few
many extra pounds I’ve been carrying around. I’m not going to go into the history of my journey to a healthier self in this post but maybe one day I’ll tell you all that story. Suffice to say, I’m no stranger to “diets”. At this point in my life, however, it’s about living the best life I can live and not what size jeans I wear. Quite frankly, aesthetics are an after thought. I could care less about fitting into some external, contrived notion of how I should look. I want to be fit for my daughter, future children and family. Another concept I’ve rolled my eyes at in the past is Weight Watchers. I had the air of superiority when it came to “dieting”. Oh, I didn’t need anyone to tell me about nutrition. I knew how calories work…what’s healthy and what’s not. I knew about exercise. Oh yea, I knew alright…I guess that’s why I was the picture of perfect health, right? Not. (Does that expression show my age?)
This brings me to the subject of this post. I needed something to make my fitness journey easier – tracking calories is just too time consuming. A few of my friends had recently joined the Weight Watchers program and they suggested I give it a try. So I’ve swallowed my pride, pushed my ego aside and decided to give it a go.