Some people don’t take me seriously when I say that I’ve been doing Weight Watchers for as long as I can remember. I think a lot of that has to do with the fact that I’m relatively young and seem pretty fit now. I can’t really blame them because sometimes even I forget just how long it’s been since I first started to think about food in terms of “Points” and to develop the weekly weigh in rituals that still haunt me to this day.
But then, something will happen to make me realize that I’m not exaggerating at all when I say that I’ve been on and off the program since I was a kid. Like this past weekend, when my mom brought me something she found at the house while going through some old papers.
Those of you who have ever done Weight Watchers know exactly what that is, but for those of you who have been fortunate enough not to need the program, this is a weight tracker, where your weight is recorded each week to keep track of your progress.
In the hours leading up to your weekly meeting, you eat and drink as little as possible, and use the bathroom as much as possible to ready yourself for the moment of truth. When the meeting time has finally come, you anxiously approach the scale immediately upon arrival and hand this little gem over to the receptionist. Then it’s time to strip yourself of every article of clothing and jewelry you can possibly manage to take off while staying decent, before you step up on the scale to see how your week really went.
Can you see that date on there? February 2001. This means at the ripe old age of 16, I weighed in at 206.2, about 40 pounds more than I weigh today as a 26 year old. The “funny” part is that this tracker isn’t even from the first time I did Weight Watchers, because I know tried the program at least a few times before I was in high school.
So this whole story gives you a little background on why this week marked such a major turning point for me. For the first time in my life, I was on the receiving end of the weight tracker because I started training to be a receptionist for Weight Watchers – one of my long term, and (what felt like) completely unattainable goals.
I honestly had no idea what it would be like or whether I was going to feel nervous or actually be able to do it, and I will say it’s harder than I was expecting. I’ve been going to a computerized center for the last several years, where you step on a scale and your weight goes directly into the computer and everything is automatically calculated. For training though, they have you at a meeting where it’s all paper based and done by hand, so that you’re able to work at any meeting once you are trained.
But besides the fact that I still have a ways to go on learning the right way to fill out all the paperwork, the experience itself was incredible. Being able to excitedly tell people just how much weight they had lost that week and seeing the happy glow on their face was amazing. On the opposite end of the spectrum, there was a girl who broke down because she was doing everything right and the scale just wouldn’t budge. It was so awesome and rewarding to be able to jump up from behind the table to hug her and tell her I knew exactly what they she was going through and had been there many times myself. And I really meant it.
Once the excitement died down a bit and everyone was weighed in, I sat there looking out over the meeting and smiled to myself because I realized something. I finally feel like I’m where I was meant to be.
Have you ever had a far out goal that you never thought you would achieve?