Weight Watchers and I go back about seven years. We were first introduced when I was 21 years old and eager to please. Upon our first date, I was hooked and willing to do whatever it took to make our relationship work. I hung on WW’s every word and threw myself into making things go smoothly. I never missed our weekly date. Our bond flourished and I had never looked or felt better.
And, then, as is often the case in young love, I grew bored. WW had given me what I needed–45 pounds gone–and I saw no reason to pay attention anymore. Our dates slowed down to biweekly and then monthly. I never called or wrote. Infatuation turned into resentment. And that was the death knell of the relationship. We parted ways and didn’t bother to keep in touch.
After our breakup, the weight flew back on. I gained back the 45 and then some. Eventually, I got lonely and began to miss WW, so I paid a visit. A few more lackluster dates, and we lost touch again. This on-again/off-again relationship continued for years. Neither one of us was satisfied. It apparently wasn’t meant to be.
And, then, I grew up and found the maturity needed to sustain a relationship. WW and I had our last first date this week. I think this time it’s going to stick. We missed each other, and we’re a really good fit together.
WW and I shared some big secrets in the past–my weight, for instance. But we’ve decided secrets aren’t our thing anymore. And so, I’ll confess to you what I confessed to WW on Wednesday night. My name is Kristen, and I am very overweight: 263.8 pounds.
Fortunately, WW sticks with me despite my considerable fluff–and I hope you will, too. I have never confessed my weight to anyone before, and it’s nothing short of terrifying to do so now. But if I really want to make a change, I need to hold myself accountable for my current state and my future state. Here’s hoping I have a lot smaller number to report in the near future and much-improved pictures to share (see unfortunate before pics below)!
And here’s hoping that I have the strength to keep up my end of the relationship. After being kicked to the curb so many times–perhaps 10?–it’s a miracle WW is still willing to put up with me.
Quote: “Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart.” ~Confucius