Sunday, September 14, 2003


Sunday is not a day of rest for me. Sunday can be the scariest day of the week. It is the day I do what is most difficult for many in my situation to do. You see, Sunday is the day I weigh-in at WeightWatchers. It is when I see how "good" or "bad" I've been all week. To be honest, I don't let the number on the scale dictate how I feel about myself. Usually. Today I showed a gain of 1 lb. Not bad, considering my eating habits for the last half of the week. Also, I did not have my AM BM (I know, that was a little TMI). So, I probably stayed the same.

You wouldn't believe the lengths we WW members go through on weigh-in day. Some women wear the exact same clothes each week. I once saw a woman undress, stripping out of her jeans and sweatshirt on a wet January morning and into a light cotton summer dress. I am about as bad. First, I remove my shoes which everyone does, then I take off my shirt, watch, and any jewelry. Sometimes I remove my sweatpants so that I am standing there in my workout clothes. The women who do the weighing always joke, "Time to get naked," when they see me at it. I leave my socks on, though. Oh, yeah, I also go to the bathroom before I step onto the scale. Boy, this ritual seems very silly, now that I see it in print.

I volunteer to greet everyone as they come in. My job is to be friendly and assist those who are joining that day. I remember how lost and scared and embarrassed I was when I joined. But the friendly staff put me at ease, so I hope to do the same. This particular meeting is full of nice, fun people. We laugh and cheer each other on. We also share low-points food finds and ask for help on any upcoming challenges. Now is the busy season. It is especially challenging for those of us who want to lose weight due to all the holiday goodies that are EVERYWHERE! You can't escape the chocolate or free samples of the frozen appetizers. People are joining because they want to look good for the holiday parties and family gatherings. Near the end of Thanksgiving, it will peter-out and only us hard-core members will still be coming, because people would feel that since they ate that extra helping of pie (and stuffing and potatoes and egg nog and candy and candy and candy and etc.) they might as well go hog-wild (pardon the expression) and join in January as their New Year's resolution. January-February are the busiest times at the WW center.

On a somewhat related note, one of the women there (I'll call her "Kay") wondered where I've been this weekend. She and I take some of the same dance classes as well as attend the same WW meetings. I told her what I've been up to and she shared her adventures with me. Then she said I need to be a bit more "wild." I had never had anyone say this to me before. Some of you who have known me for a while (you know who you are) realize how odd a comment this is. I am pretty happy just being who I am now. Part of it is the weight loss, part of it is being a responsible adult (would look bad if a teacher got drunk in public), and part of it is my relationship with Tim. Overall, I feel very calm and centered. All I can say is that Florida took care of a lot of my need to be "wild."

Well, no subbing for me tomorrow. Of course, there is always the chance I'll get a call at 6:30AM, but I hope not!


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