I'm joining Weight Watchers today. It had to be done. I know it works, I need help, and the accountability will kick me into gear. I can't do it online --I have to go to the meetings and weigh in publicly (well, sort-of-publicly). Paying the money will hurt my budget, so I'll have motivation to lose quicker (don't worry, I'll still do it safely). They also have a program for nursing mothers, so I know I won't lose my milk.
I printed off the thin picture of me that I posted here and taped it to the microwave which is above the stove. I also wrote down "Nothing tastes as good as being healthy feels" and "I can do hard things!" and taped it next to that photo of me. Notice how I took out the word "thin" and replaced it with "healthy." Thin and skinny are words that I don't want my daughters to obsess over; I want them to see their mother getting "healthy."
Reasons I decided to do it:
*I saw pictures of me from recent events, and I had to work really hard to stop myself from bawling my eyes out.
*I feel gross.
*I've lost confidence. I realized, as I was getting ready to teach my gospel doctrine class a few weeks ago, that I was embarrassed to be seen in front of the class and I was grateful for the podium that hid me.
*I only have one pair of jeans that fit.
*I know better.
*I'm back to my heaviest weight. I've got 40-45 pounds to go, dear reader. I'm officially "obese."
Wish me luck! I'll be tracking progress here, I'm sure.