Why Can’t I Quit You?!?

"You" being Weight Watchers! As most of you know, I made the decision to dropout of WW when my company cut hours last year and I needed to seriously tighten my belt. With all of my monthly expenses, it was either the gym membership or WW…let me tell you, the gym ain’t going nowhere. I’m convinced it’s the only thing that keeps me from returning to my former 400+ lb self.

I’ve made the decision to return to eternal fat camp Weight Watchers this week. I have Wednesdays off, so I’m going to attend a 9:30am meeting (which I sincerely hope is full of Stepford Wives so I can eventually be their rogue leader and free them from their oppressors LOL) and then head to the gym for a late morning workout. I feel a mid-week weigh-in will help me remain sane over the weekend (my previous day was Saturday and it allowed me to go nuts the remainder of the weekend and do damage control before the next trip to the scale).

Soooo…why am I going back? A combination of things…I saw a number on the scale I didn’t like, a dear friend lost her husband last week at the age of 34. Why? He didn’t take care of himself. I don’t have weight-related health issues now, but I MUST get the rest of this weight off before I end up in a world of hurt AND finally…I feel my remaining control slipping away. I need to return to some sort of structure for awhile. I’m not making a promise to stay in meetings forever, but I need the whole meeting/weigh with a receptionist combo right now. Accountability, anyone?

I am not exactly turning cartwheels at the idea of returning, but I *need* to be there…and with J-Hud repping the program, maybe some of her fabulousness will rub off on me. I’m also looking forward to getting my race calendar started. Having an event to train for usually keeps my focus on the good, wholesome stuff.

Hope you’re all having a great week!
C