At 8:43 AM, my husband woke me up. "Karen, you're going to be late." And suddenly I was on my feet and running into the bathroom on auto-pilot. By the time the brain became fully engaged, making a decision about the meeting was a moot point. Hubby, who likes to sleep in, was already up, preparing to take me to Weight Watchers. It was a done deal.
While in the bathroom, I hopped on the scale, to discover with pleasure that I was down again -- another 2.2 pounds from yesterday. I had mixed feelings, though -- these lost pounds won't "count" in the quest for WW stickers, and the usual quick loss in my first WW week may not happen now. But we'll see.
So I got to the meeting and filled in the forms and talked to a few people in line. One of them looked familiar and it turned out we graduated from high school the same year, but didn't really know each other then. (I sat next to her for the meeting itself, since there was an empty spot.)
One weird thing -- I'm not exactly sure why, but I felt myself on the verge of tears when I was filling out the form and paying my registration money. I think it might have been shame, but I'm not really sure.
Weigh-in was interesting. My official starting weight for WW is 289.2. Their scale is only 0.4 off mine at home, which is nice, and weighing in in the morning is nice too -- you can eat after the meeting so your food doesn't get weighed too. Surprisingly, I didn't realize how much a morning versus an evening meeting changes the dynamics of the whole thing. An evening meeting, since it comes at the end of the day, is therefore the end of the week, journal-wise. It might not seem like that makes much difference, but the feeling of "done for another week" leads to a huge temptation to leave the meeting and immediately go nuts at McDonald's (which I've been known to do on more than one occasion). A morning meeting means "new beginning, let's get this journal off to a good start!" It's like night and day.
I really like the leader. She seems very nice and it turns out that I knew her from about nine years ago, so I found that kind of comforting. She definitely seems to know what it's like, and when I was telling her I'd lost and gained the same 35 pounds over and over, she understood completely, having done the same herself a couple of times.
The program has changed a fair bit since I last did it. Not the Points, per se, but the general mechanics of using and recording them. I like the fact that there's a target number now, instead of a range, as it's much easier to incorporate into my computer. (You know me -- all about that computer!) I've only gone through the book quickly, but it seems like they're working on the head a little more than they used to, too. (They were just starting to get into that when I dropped out last time.)
Now I have to go make up a grocery list and drink some more water from my famous Ben and Jerry's water bottle. *grin*
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