A lot of people turn to help when they have their own last straw moment - that moment when you hit your bottom before you can admit your problems and decide to turn it around. I think many people who end up joining Weight Watchers have had a last straw moment - seeing yourself in a photo, or on video, catching your reflection and not realizing it's you at first, something someone says to you, or realizing you've outgrown all your clothes. This was my last straw moment...
I remember the weekend before I joined WW so vividly. The weekend of September 15th, 2006. I had moved to Brooklyn the previous December and knew I had steadily gained weight since then. The last time I had been on my scale, I was about 185. But this particular weekend I felt especially fat and disgusting. I knew I was more than that.
Friday, September 15, 2006:
I remember having a very difficult time finding anything that fit when I went to Rebel Night that Friday, and ended up with an outfit that was tight and not comfortable-
Me and Kimi-
September 16th, 2006:
I was attending a wedding that day, and had to buy a new dress because I had gained so much weight that nothing fit. I had to spend nearly $200 just to get something I liked, and I haven't worn it since-
Me and Dolly-
Me and Alaina-
It didn't matter how many people told me I was beautiful - I was fat and uncomfortable and miserable. I hated myself those two days. I didn't even want photos taken of me. I could barely leave the house. But the worst part came on Sunday, when I decided to get on the scale.
Sunday, September 17, 2006:
I worked up the courage to get on my scale and the number reflected back at me was 202.
TWO HUNDRED AND TWO
I had vowed, just 2 years earlier, to NEVER get over 200 pounds again. And yet here I was. Over 200 pounds. Again.
I had to go out to dinner with my Dad and brother that night. The whole ride up to Bronxville I thought about little else than that number, and what I had to do. And at the restaurant, I only ordered a salad. And over dinner, I admitted my weight to my brother. I told him how ashamed I was to be over 200 pounds again. I couldn't even believe it.
That was my last straw. I knew I needed to change immediately.
The very next day I attended my first meeting in my neighborhood (starting weight at Weight Watchers that night was an even 196) and I've been going ever since. Nearly one year now. And am currently down 45 pounds.
For me, the hardest part of Weight Watchers was starting - Walking in those doors again. But I had a fresh start this time- I was in a new city. And to a degree, I think that helped me mentally. (I had been on and off Weight Watchers since 1989 in Yonkers. And I never made it to goal because I always quit, gained weight and rejoined.)
I could not be more pleased that I did join that day. Sure, I could say "I wish I had done it sooner", but I'd rather turn that idea around and say I'm glad I didn't put it off any longer than I did.