I have decided, not unlike others, to share my journey in weight lose. I am a slightly overweight, or according to BMI, I am a morbidly obese person. Okay, so when I say it that way you probably get this image of a person who can barely walk five steps, but I can, I can actually do ten steps. (lol)
Today, I joined Weight Watchers … again. Weight Watchers is not new to me, nor am I new to Weight Watchers, I am a lifer. That’s right, a lifetime member. I know Weight Watchers like the back of my hand, which honestly I don’t know so well. However, they have changed their program … again. It is now called the Freestyle Plan, what does this change mean? It means that they have updated their free food list by adding protein (chicken, turkey, fish, shellfish). That may not be so bad, foods that I don’t have to account for besides fruits and vegetables. But, now I need to buy a new calculator and food guide books because they have changed their program … again.
Not only have a joined Weight Watchers … again, but I have also joined a weight loss challenge team. The challenge lasts 10 weeks, that’ a nice Kickstart to my weight loss program.
Now for a little of my weight lose history, some should relate to this. When I was a kid, let’s say about 4 years old, I started to gain weight. My mother tells me that there really was no reason why I should have started to gain weight, I didn’t eat any more than my skinny siblings, but I guess my metabolism decided it was time for me to live my purpose as a person who struggles the rest of their life with their weight.
In public school, in the 60’s, the other kids didn’t ridicule me or make fun of my weight, except for Ricky. Ricky was the only other chubby kid in our class, but I realize know that he was only projecting his lack of confidence in his chubbiness onto me, I think that’s what the psychology people would tell us. Anyway … I never really thought of my weight as a problem until I was about 11 years old, that’s when my dad and brothers started to make jokes about me. You know the usual rhymes like: “fatty, fatty, two by four, couldn’t get through the bathroom door,” or this one, that my 2 brothers came up with, my initials were BLS, well in their minds that translated to “Big Lazy Slob,” ingenious, right? In response to all of this I learned a little rhyme myself, “sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.” Really!! That’s some kind of denial happening right there.
When I turned 14 years old (the 70’s), my mom came up with a great plan, she and I would join “Weigh Rite” and she would help me lose weight. Because didn’t I want to look good for high school? Thus began my journey into weight lose and yo-yo dieting. I hated being on a diet, but mom made all the proper meals for me, I didn’t have to do anything, and the weight came off, and yes I did look great for high school, I even got myself a boyfriend, it was short-lived and so was the new slimmer version of me.
Before I knew it, my weight started to creep up, but mom, always on the watch for this, would start to make me my “Weigh Rite” meals to bring my weight back down. I didn’t take too much responsibility for my own weight, hey … I was a teenager. And this is how it went, for 2 years anyways, my weight would start to creep up and mom would make me my “proper” meals. But, she couldn’t do this forever.
When I was 16 years old I got a job … at A&W as a car hop (we’re still in the 70’s here). This combined with having my driver’s license equaled never being at home under mom’s watchful eyes. Back in the 70’s A&W had the best fries, Coney Fries, and when you only had to pay half price for them, well you can imagine, oh and don’t forget the half price TeenBurgers. Needless to say, my weight ballooned to the highest it had ever been in the 2-1/2 years that I worked there.
1979, I am 200 pounds, do not like living at home anymore, want my independence, and have had enough of school (I have my grade 12 diploma, what’s the sense of going to grade 13 if I’m not going to university). So, much to the disappointment of my friends (not so much my family) I made the decision to move from Ontario to Alberta … Calgary that is … a start my life on my terms, whatever those may be. I lived in Calgary for 1-1/2 years and lost a lot of weight, not because I had learned how to eat properly on the “Weigh Rite” diet, but because I didn’t eat. Black coffee (my aunt won’t let me use sugar or cream because those are extra calories I didn’t need) and a 2 pack a day smoking habit helped me stop eating.
The 80s, contrary to what people believe, was a great decade, for me anyways. I moved back to Ontario (homesick, maybe a little, but mostly because I missed partying with my friends) slimmer. Funny thing is, in the 1-1/2 years that I was gone all my friends had also moved on to college or university in different cities.
To be continued … because I can’t tell you everything at one time … this is supposed to be a page turner.