I finally did it, I joined Weight Watchers. It’s like A.A., but the meetings aren’t free, there are no cookies, and we don’t get hospitalized for our withdrawal symptoms. BUT I get to go to meetings, have accountability weigh-ins, earn goal achievement charms, and talk to a sponsor.
Ashley and I started this journey together because we knew that two were better than one. Then we made it public, because as Marcus in About a Boy says, “Suddenly I realized – two people isn’t enough. You need backup. If you’re only two people, and someone drops off the edge, then you’re on your own. Two isn’t a large enough number. You need three at least.” Now we have you, a community of supporters who are routing for us, but somehow in my silly brain something still wasn’t working. My head would not get in the game.
Since starting this blog in December, I have fluctuated between 212.5 and 207 pounds. I have barely exercised. I have not changed my eating except for those two weeks in January. I have been getting some of the emotional trauma around weight-loss out of the way, and making miraculous progress, but obviously something is still missing. After attending my first WW meeting, I think I figured out what it is—a mentor.
“The Hero’s Journey” is a story telling pattern discovered by Joseph Campbell that uses a specific structure as seen in centuries of literature. For example it’s what George Lucas used to write Star Wars—the greatest literature of all time. One part of the structure is “hero meets a mentor,” someone who knows the way and assists the hero on the journey. That’s what I was missing–the Virgil to my Dante. The Obi-Wan to my Luke. I already had my partners–the Katniss to my Peta, the Frodo to my Sam, The Hermione to my Harry–that’s my Ashley, you all, and our brilliant guest bloggers, but now it’s time for the second part of my hero’s journey. I need a mentor. There’s something about walking beside someone who truly knows the path and has returned from it victoriously. It’s a different kind of empowerment.
During my first WW meeting I heard testimonies of two present WW members who have lost over 100lbs each AND they’re in their 70’s! One incredible woman still has another 100 pounds to go, but she’s still going strong. During this blog I kept thinking to myself “this is the last time, if I fail now there is no hope for me.” But being able to sit next to these women made me realize that there will always be hope as long as we have gumption. If I keep having the gumption to put my shoes on, then there will be hope of getting in shape. I cannot be defeated by getting older or the possibility of having future babies (I am legitimately terrified that the day I hit my goal weight will be the day I find out I’m pregnant). I have to face this challenge myself, but not alone. If a woman who is 200lbs overweight is shedding pounds in her 70’s–then I can put down the Sausage McMuffin.
This Weeks Facts:
Weight at This Week’s WW Weigh-In: 209 How do you feel?: Energized and re-fueled. I loved my WW meetings. My teacher looks like Carol Burnett (And will hence forth in this blog be called Carol. That is not her real name). Small Victory: Major victory this week! On Friday I went with my dear friend Mikael to a coffee shop and I got a vanilla latte, having no idea that those things are 14 points at Weight Watchers. My daily point allotment is 30 points (it’s like counting calories but it’s a different algorithm to help you make healthier food choices within your calories). I got really discouraged because I only had 9 points left for my day, and Mikael and I were supposed to go to dinner. I told him “Oh, screw it! I messed up anyway, let’s forget it an eat pasta.” But Mikael said no. He told me I still had points left and I needed to try. Well…I did. I got a delicious chicken burrito bowl at Chipolte without cheese, beans, and sour cream BUT with double veggies, double salsa, and double lettuce and it was the BEST burrito bowl I’d ever made. 8 points. I win! Thank you, Mikael! Biggest Disappointment: I still did not exercise. Thing I appreciated about my body this week: My waste oddly shrinks really fast. If I lay off carbs for like an hour and de-bloat, I can feel it immediately come off my rib cage. Reason I am #embraceablenow: I am not afraid to take risks and make a fool out of myself.