Help! My Pants are Falling Down

After winding up in the hospital for high blood pressure, my doctor prescribed Weight Watchers.  I managed to drop 12 pounds before I joined and 7 since.  That's 19 pounds.  Go look for a 19 pound piece of meat the next time you are in the grocery store.  If they don't sell one that big, find the 4-5 pounders and imagine 5 of them.

I'm walking around the office doing the pants up, shirt down dance because my pants are too big.  Feels good.

It's a long process and there will be ups and downs, but the weight watcher's diet is wonderful.  (Eat what you want, but you only get so much, so choose wisely.)  The weekly meeting is pretty good.  Makes you think about it.  Most of what I thought I knew about Weight Watchers was totally false.  You don't get on a scale in front of the whole group, your success and failure is totally confidential (although I'm one of the folks who don't mind talking about the numbers).  I figured it would be a bunch of fat ladies sitting around whining about how hard it is to loose weight.

There are folks at all stages of weight loss, and the system really does work.

Even the cost of the program is offset completely by my grocery bill.  With no snacks (too many points for me) and reduced meat intake, I'd bet I save more than the meeting cost every week.  Plus you have to eat your fruits and vegetables and other healthy stuff AND you can eat a lot of these items for few points due to their low calories and high fiber.  Why not enjoy a salad?  I eat better, exercise more, and feel better.
 

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