Seeing Less Of Me
The result, among other things, is that I packed on a lot of weight. By Christmas of last year I had gained about 25 pounds from my NY weight, and I was feeling pretty dreary about it. I managed, between Christmas and the middle of February, to lose five pounds just by not stuffing myself with holiday food (well, the holidays were over. That helps). But then I decided to take drastic measures, give or take, and went to Weight Watchers.
My mother would have hated Weight Watchers: the cheeriness, the encouragement, the slogans. But since I like my meeting leader, I found it very helpful this time. I go, I talk, I clap for other people, I get weighed in. And in 12 weeks I have lost 21.6 pounds, and am at my goal weight. The challenge, now, will be to keep the weight off.
The girls' first thought, when I told them I'd reached my goal, was "Cool! Let's go get hot fudge sundaes!" But they meant it in a good way.