Breaking Up Is Hard To Do
Dear Weight Watchers,
This on-again, off-again affair we’ve had for 7 years isn’t working for me any longer – I need to move on. We’ve seen some good times (getting under 300 pounds….3 times). But, we’ve also seen our fair share of bad times. However, I’m not leaving you because of our past ~ I’m leaving you because you just aren’t what I need anymore.
I’m doing great tracking my food, I literally write down everything I eat. The things I eat are healthy 90% of the time – and made of ingredients I can pronounce. I can’t say the same for your Weight Watchers bars or shakes. I am drinking tons of water. I haven’t had coffee in 15 days (not that I’m counting). Oh and I am taking 3 (or more!) barre n9ne classes a week and doing 2-3 cardio workouts at the gym. I’m finally back on track and have my shiz together. Huzzah!
So, why does this mean I need to move on? Sure I enjoy your mobile app, and I like the accountability of having someone else weigh me in. But, I can’t take the snarky attitudes of the “leaders” at my former WW Center. Saturday morning I walked in to weigh in high on life (and a sweaty Saturday morning barre method workout! Thanks Julianna!). I knew I had aced this weigh-in like a spelling test in 5th grade. To my shock I was up 4.4 pounds (adding to the 2.2 pounds I gained during my amazing week last week) for a total GAIN of 6.6 pounds in 2 weeks. I found this impossible and before I could even begin to recount my week (water! veggies! limited carbs! 6 workouts!!) the “leader” said “Up again – looks like you need to try harder honey” in a condescending little song-song voice then snapped her gum and went back to chatting with her friend. You have no idea how close I was to jumping over that counter, grabbing her 80′s wave perm and screaming “I AM TRYING MY ASS OFF!”. Lucky for you, I’m classier than that.
This isn’t my first encounter with unsupportive, dismissive “leaders” at WW centers. I’m sick of not being a person. I’m sick of standing in a queue waiting to weigh-in like a bunch of cattle getting tagged. I’m sick of not being able to discuss my week with ANYONE (besides my friend Layne when we go together). I need more. I need someone who wants to hear about my week and help me figure out what could be wrong rather than shuffle me off into a meeting room to listen to whiner mommies talk about cupcakes and stealing from their kids happy meals.
If I actually did gain 6.6 pounds in 2 weeks following a super healthy diet and exercise routine I would say something is WRONG. Seriously wrong! Shouldn’t someone take me aside and ask what’s going on? Shouldn’t someone care more for the $39.95 a month I pay???
Sidenote: I’m going to purchase a new scale tomorrow and confirm if your scales are indeed accurate. I suspect they are not. My nice dressy pants fit – they didn’t fit a month ago. That’s progress, not magic.
I stayed when I realized I would realistically never be a lifetime member (my “ideal goal weight” is 125 according to you. I’m 5’4″ and have hips the size of a hoola hoopa – pretty sure 125 isn’t in the cards). I stayed when you changed points to this silly “Points Plus 2012″ and I knew it didn’t make sense to eat more. I stayed when your “leaders” would push crappy pre-packaged snacks and microwave popcorn over fruits and veggies.
But, the proverbial straw that broke this fat kid’s back was that snarky leader. I’m not going to continue supporting a business that doesn’t encourage me to succeed. I was on the fence all weekend about my decision to cancel my membership (which I promptly did at 10:15am after walking in from the world’s most ridiculous weigh-in!). Until I went over to K8′s kickass page on Facebook and got a little reassurance:
I don’t NEED Weight Watchers anymore! She’s right! I’m smart. I know what I need (good carbs, protein, veggies, fruits, water) and I know what I need to do (move my ass, destress, stay off coffee and desserts). Why CAN’T I do it myself? Oh right, because for some silly reason I have this idea that I need someone running my life. I need to be a member of some group – something bigger than myself. Well, I’m wrong. I don’t need this anymore, and I’m quitting this madness. For the last time.
If you find it tough to get over me, I’d suggest checking out this fantastic book by Greg Behrendt:
My favorite quote? I’m glad you asked! “So many of us find ourselves saying “BUT HE WAS SO GREAT!” Yes, and the people who got on the Titanic thought they were going on vacation. Things changed and it’s important to remember that they did.“
I’ve changed, you haven’t. Peace out!