So last night was my first Weight Watchers meeting.
My preconceived notions went like this....
me
tons of other people
curtain hiding scale
ran similar to an AA meeting (or Al Anon)
Hi my name is Stacie and I have issues with my weight.
Hi Stacie.
Well...the reality was close, but much better.
There was me.
There were about 15 other people
A familiar face of a friend joined too. Nice to see her there as well.
I missed the introducing yourself to another person due to my really poor ability to get anywhere on time let alone early.
It was a good night. I weighed in. The room was small but had windows surrounding it. However as some of you have said, we were all there for the same reason so my weight didn't matter nearly as much to them as their own weight did. When the number came up on the scale I gasped.
It was a good gasp. The scale we have here at work has some 'plainin to do. When I weighed in at work earlier in the day in anticipation to what THEIR scale would say, it read 172. (did I just type that out loud?)
Their scale shall be my best friend and from this point on my worse enemy. It read...oh geez, ready? 166.6. There I said it.
My weight out loud, in type.
However, my surprise surpassed my disgust in my weight. I even thought, "wow, that's not too bad." I felt good a few years ago when I was down to 150, though the maximum weight for my height is 140...so I am sure that my goal for WW will have to be 140 or less....so 26.6.
That's not too bad. Really. Now I just have to DO IT. And I will.
Hey just found out that it is delurking week. Who knew?
I don't know who visits and doesn't comment, cause well, frankly I am just not that GOOD to know. I have no clue how to even see that, but if you come here, if you read and you don't comment THIS is the week to show me love. Really why not? Right? RIGHT? RIGHT!
