It's time to face reality.
I'm overweight (and only a teeny tenth of a point from being obese). I still wonder at how it happened.
I was of normal weight for much of my life. Even after gaining 30 pounds while pregnant with my only child, I was back in some of my pre-maternity clothes 6 days after giving birth. (Don't hate me). Thanks to breastfeeding, I lost those 30 pounds and another 5 pounds on top of it. And kept it off, for a few months.
Then, the long march to where I am began.
The last four or so years have been the worst. The details are besides the point. Three years ago, already alarmed, I participated in a program called "Mission Meltaway" which taught portion control and other details. It had a weekly weigh in followed by guest speakers. It had a walking program, but I've been walking for exercise most of the last 40 years so that was nothing new for me. I lost a little but it came right back as soon as the program ended.
Know what? It doesn't help one bit to know how big your portion of meat should be when your food triggers come calling. Mine are stress and chocolate. The stress piece is bad at work; I just can't go take a walk or do something physical when I am under a deadline, which happens enough.
To add fat to the fire, the back problems I've had the last three years have restricted some of my mobility. I'm definitely less active. It's great for blogging (and, true confession, playing FarmVille) but not so great for my weight.
Then, my doctor told me I had better lose 20 pounds now "or it will be even harder once you turn 60".
So finally, I am going to enroll in an organized weight control program - Weight Watchers. I blanch at paying money but I think I need the support this program will give me.
I need the accountability, too. The weekly weigh-ins from Mission Meltaway definitely kept me on track.
I met the person who will be leading the meetings, assuming I do join. She's been on the program 21 years and, like me, is post-menopausal. At least, she told us, participants don't have to eat liver once a week anymore. She's very no nonsense. Seriously, if the leader had been 20 and stick thin, I may have walked out.
The first thing she told us is that it would NOT be easy. If she had told us it would, I may have walked, too.
Now I have to ask myself: how badly do I want good health, a right knee that doesn't hurt, a blood sugar level that doesn't make my doctor "tut-tut" and a dress size with large numbers in it?
She wasn't kidding about the liver, either. Thank heavens I didn't need this diet in 1972.
I promise not to blog about this too much, but now that our flood is almost a year in the past, I need to obsess about something else for a change.
Has anyone out there done Weight Watchers? If so, did you keep it off? Did it work for you?