Yeah, I'm a weight watcher. I've watched it go up steadily for years. Truth is, I haven't cared much about my weight and the excess thereof. I love eating and have used it as reward for years.
Last night I joined Weight Watchers with my BFF Heather and my mom. It wasn't my idea, it was Heather's. But you know what? I'm glad she placed it on my heart. I think I'm ready. I say I THINK I'm ready because it's true - giving up food and its hold on my life is going to be very, very hard. But I've started wearing maternity tops (and sometimes even pants) because nothing else fits anymore. I've started hiding food and lying about how much I eat to James and other people. I've slowly come to the realization that something's gotta give.
About 6 weeks after the twins were born I was down to a low weight (for me, mind you, you'd probably fall over in dread) and was really surprised at how easy it had come off. I wasn't thinking that it was because I had NO TIME TO EAT that I was losing weight. But then I went right back to not paying attention again. I went right back to eating because food was there, not eating because our bodies need food for fuel. Since that time (that was only about 4.5 months ago) I've put on nearly 30 pounds. If I don't wake up soon I am going to be 350 pounds and not physically able to care for my children. Something's gotta give.
So I put this out there to keep me accountable. I've already screwed up today but I've got a *little* stress in my life right now and don't expect perfection from myself. It's day one of the rest of my life and I'll be danged if you tell me I won't ever have ice cream again. All things in moderation. I can live in this seemingly perfect little town and not have a perfect little body, but I can be perfectly content knowing that I am finally doing something that's good for ME!