So this week some of my friends at work decided that it was time for them to take control of their weight and join Weight Watchers. I was jealous that they were going to venture out on an extracurricular activity without me, so I begrudgingly decided to join them.
Weight Schmeight. This is my perspective: "Yeah, I'd like to be thinner, but I really do enjoy food." At our first meeting I learned that it was actually the woman who founded Weight Watchers that coined the phrase, "Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels". This statement is proof that this woman has never had cheesecake topped with strawberries with chocolate drizzled on it. I have to admit that it's been a long time since I "felt thin", so maybe my perspective is off.
So we all weighed in on Wednesday morning. My two friends were amped up - I think Audra even did a fist pump when she arrived. I was less thrilled; I felt like I was awaiting the death sentence. No more ice cream, no more pizza, no more brownies, no more fun. Okay, you CAN have fun on Weight Watchers, I'm sure. I think you can actually have the other things too, but they would use up all your points and then you wouldn't be able to have anything else. So here's how it works: if you got 20 points for the day, and a 2" square brownie is 5 points and 1 c of ice cream is 8 points and a single slice of pizza is 5 points (and let's face it, I'm gonna have at least 2 slices, so that's 10 points). Oops I'm over.
I guess the point (no pun intended) is that you are suppose to change your eating habits and maybe just have one of those things every once in a while. This change will result in loose pants and an overall sense of well being. We'll see.
Our weigh in day is going to be Thursday, I'll let you know how it goes...until then I'll just keep asking "what's the point?"