For starters, I rejoined Weight Watchers last year. Again. The weekly weigh-ins, where I knew I would have to face the number on the scale, provided the accountability I really needed to just put down the cake, already. After a few months, I realized that I really had changed the way I eat and view food.
I also added exercise. One of the most excellent perks of Army Life is that every post has a gym, and I can work out for free. It’s about a two-block, two-minute walk to the gym from our house. I decided that I’d be a plain idiot if I didn’t take advantage of this exciting (!…??) opportunity. Then I won a drawing for five free sessions with a personal trainer, and that made it a slam-dunk.
Now, I’ve never really been comfortable in a gym. I’ve met with a few of different personal trainers in the past… There was one incredibly muscle-y female who was kind and soft-spoken but still scary. I met with a slimy, creepy guy who wouldn’t stop looking at me in all the wrong ways; I left that session after twenty minutes. One more appointment somewhere in there was with your classic Schwarzenegger-wanna-be. Point is, I’ve never had a good experience with a trainer.
Still, these sessions were free, so I steeled myself and scheduled the first one. I’m ever so glad I did! She’s a thirty-something mom of two who just wanted to help me be healthy. She’s a perfectly normal body type, and not the least bit perky or slimy or scary. No yelling or grunting or condescencion or weird looks from her. Just encouragement and smiles and … just… normal. She showed me all different types of equipment in the gym, from circuits to treadmills to free weights and mat exercises. She pushed me just a little, just enough to show me that I’m stronger than I give myself credit for.
Those sessions kick-started my I-CAN-DO-THIS journey. Have I been perfect? Absolutely not, but that was something else I needed to conquer. Overall, my journey has been successful.
A few months ago, Weight Watchers made some changes that I didn’t really agree with. I decided that I’d learned how to change my ways, and decided to start counting calories instead. I was partly motivated by Knight’s needs. He’s a calorie counter as part of his regimen for the Army. I figured it would be easier if the chef in the house was a calorie-counter, too. I found My Fitness Pal, which also provides an app for my iPhone. (Maybe the best part is that they’re both free!)
I’ve lost 30 pounds, dropped a few sizes in my jeans, and I feel like a new woman. I have a ways to go, yet, but I’m nearly halfway to my goal. I have a whole new outlook on food and exercise… I never thought I’d be that person, but it feels GREAT!