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Sunday evening was our Movie Club dinner and day five of Weight Watchers. I knew it could be tough, especially since my husband and I signed up to bring the dessert.
A trip to Costco yielded a cheesecake, which, of course I love, and then my husband asked me if I could whip up a strawberry coulis (“whip up” sounds like I know how to cook…I needed a recipe) to compliment our store bought submission. It wasn’t easy to NOT put my finger in the creamy strawberry delight, just to make sure it tasted okay, but I resisted. I didn’t doctor the recipe for me, I played it straight for the other 11 people who were going to eat it.
As a Weight Watcher, I get a certain number of points each day plus and additional 35 points per week to “spend” on the foods I eat. As of the Movie Club dinner, I still had 33 of the extra points. But, I liked having them and was pretty sure I wasn’t going to use them, even though I certainly could.
Dinner was served…a wonderful looking, notice I said looking, pasta carbonara with garlic bread. Too complicated for me to try to figure out point value of the pasta, so I enjoyed a big pile of heirloom tomatoes. I love heirlooms and they have no points. I figured that I was only going to be at this function for four hours and I could eat something with known point value when I got home. And that’s exactly what I did.
I watched everyone enjoying the meal and the cheesecake with my strawberry coulis, and knew that I would be just fine exercising patience.
I still have my 33 points in the bank.
Talk to you soon.
I was actually excited to hop in the car and drive one mile to the Lutheran church that will become my every Tuesday home away from home for about an hour. Maybe some day, I might even walk to a meeting…but let’s not get ahead of ourselves!
In my last three adventures with Weight Watchers, I never stayed for the meetings. I picked up the materials, got weighed in and left. I was that “know it all” who didn’t need to hear the speaker. Just give me the directions and I will follow them. I did follow through, and I did lose the weight. But this time, I am doing it correctly. I will be staying and participating in every meeting. I want to know what goes on for an hour.
When I was younger and dropping in at the meetings, everyone seemed so much older than me. Guess what? They don’t anymore. There was a big turnout of about 30 people, 28 of them women, and the average age was pretty close to mine. I’ve finally grown into the demographic of my local chapter, and I stayed for the full meeting and afterwards to hear the new member tips.
I am psyched to get going and to get home to place my grocery order online. Yes, my groceries are delivered from my local Safeway. You’d be surprised how much money and time I save doing online grocery shopping. I can plan my meals for the week, order only what I need, and resist buying junk food that I love because I am not in the same aisle with it.
Time to stock up on Weight Watcher Giant Fudge Bars, because my fellow meeting attendees swear by them and they only have one point each. See, it paid to stay for the meeting in this one tip!
Talk to you soon.
I will confess that this is not the first time I have joined Weight Watchers. It’s the fourth time over a period of 30 years or so. That works out to once each decade of my life, starting in my 20’s when I was in college and gained that freshman 15, which in my case was supersized to 25 by my senior year. It was time to look for a job and I needed to look “professional.” At that age, the 25 pounds was gone in about eight weeks.
In my 30s, I rejoined after having my second son and wanted to lose the stubborn baby weight. I was a senior executive in New York and needed to fit into my tailored Wall Street wardrobe. It was that same 25 pounds that had decided to re-visit me, and it took about 12 weeks to rid myself of the “stubbornness.”
In my 40’s, I remarried. As an almost new bride, I prepared for the wearing of the wedding dress, (sounds like the running of the bulls) by going back to my trusted friend, Weight Watchers. I factored in a longer time period to lose the weight because I knew that each decade before I was adding a month. The loss of 25 pounds took 16 weeks, and the running of the bride down the aisle to meet her soon to be husband was accomplished in her smaller body.
And now, as I look at my late 50’s, and not 25 pounds, but 50, I am pleased to report that the reason to lose the weight is not an event with a timetable. I am giving myself permission to take 50 weeks, a generous allotment, to lose the weight for a healthier me. And if it happens to run long, so will these columns.
Talk to you soon.
Should I blame it on Movie Club…or thank them. I’m going to thank them, but you need to know how this idea to chronicle my next 50 weeks came about and why to understand how my Movie Club got me off my *** and into a Weight Watchers meeting.
Let’s begin with the fact that I don’t exercise. I never did. I was the kid picked last for all sports teams and dreaded P.E. class because I hated to be out of breath, which I frequently was because I was the “overweight one. “ I come from a long line of non-athletes. My father and mother prided themselves in the fact that they hated P.E. class, and I wanted to be just like them. They turned out just fine, and not overweight, so if I waited long enough, I would be just like them…or so I thought.
I must have gotten the genes of some of my other “bigger” relatives who didn’t exercise. So, before I go any further with this weight loss idea, let me just say that after 57 years of not sweating, being out of breath and avoiding “spinning classes”, which I thought had something to do with yarn, I’m not changing a thing in that department.
If you want to follow my story, be prepared for one that centers around my eating, not my exercising.
Which gets back to Movie Club. Every other month, my club of six couples, meets and discusses a movie over a potluck dinner. This month’s pick, and the meeting is tonight, is Julie & Julia. If you don’t know about this movie, which is unlikely if you are reading this column which ties into food, you will remember that Julie is the young woman who decided to make 524 recipes in 365 days using Julia Childs’s cookbook, Mastering the Art of French Cooking.
By writing her blog, Julie was forced to be accountable and finish all of the recipes in the allotted time. I know that I operate the best if I am forced to be accountable, so it makes perfect sense to me that if I report in to you on a regular basis, I am more likely to succeed with my goal of losing 50 pounds in 50 weeks.
Now, it’s not going to be a “slam dunk” for me because I love to eat. I don’t have any other excuses than that. It’s interesting that my two Labrador retrievers are slim and fit and never get table food because I want them to live FOREVER. But when it comes to me, I don’t seem to have the same motivation. I don’t want to live forever, but I do want to be around a lot longer, so I know I have to treat myself as well as I treat my dogs.
So, join me and see how my shopping for food, preparing my meals, attending Weight Watcher meetings, going out to eat and going on vacation, one of which is a seven day cruise, is working for me.
And share your successes with me. Whether you are an armchair follower or a partner in my weight loss journey, let me know how you are doing.
Talk to you soon.
Yes, that’s right. It’s definitely lost. It has been gone for at least three years, when I first noticed it missing. When I was a younger woman, it followed me everywhere, but since turning 50 plus, it just seems to have vanished. Where is my WAIST?
I used to answer those magazine quizzes by saying that my body type was “pear” which certainly wasn’t as cool as “hourglass” but better, it least in my mind, than “apple.” Guess what, it’s time to make that pie, because apples are all I’ve got! Great for computers, but not so great as a body type, according to both doctors and my jeans.
I am really excited to see what happens when the first pounds start to leave my body. Where will they come from? It would be nifty if the apple began to shrink, but I think that past history of losing weight will prove that hit hits my face first. I will be exhibiting a collage of my head on a monthly basis, beginning at the 10 pounds lost point, and we can all watch the chin(s) take on a new shape. I will not be demonstrating my apple reduction with such clarity due to the fact that I think it may scare some of my readers.
Talk to you soon.
When I read other people’s accounts of things, I always wonder “who’s writing this?” So, I believe you need to know some things about me, other than that I am 57 years old, 5’ 10”, married, the mother of two grown sons and two black labs, and, of course, the woman who needs to lose (at least) 50 pounds.
So, here are six things that I have been up to in the two years since turning 55 and becoming a GRANDMOTHER, I have:
· written a book, What’s a Mother (in-Law) To Do? 5 Essential Steps to Building a Loving Relationship with Your Son’s New Wife, which was released by Simon & Schuster in June 2009, inlawexpert.com,
· started a pet product company and have my first product, supercollar® coming out in October, 2009, www.supercollar.com/,
· became a 2009 semifinalist in Inc. magazine's "Newpreneur of the Year" Contest
· became a volunteer for Mentiuum, an organization that supports the development and advancement of key talent in the workplace,
· became the In-Law Relationship columnist for the San Francisco Examiner Examiner.com, and
· gotten a backyard makeover from HGTV’s Colorsplash.
Now, what got me to want to lose the weight, other than the fact that I want to live a longer life? It’s the last item on this list. There’s nothing like looking at yourself on television for 30 minutes to give you the incentive to do something.
I had already told my family and friends that the camera adds at least 50 pounds, but I was sure it was 100 pounds after watching myself in action. That, plus the avoidance of having my picture taken, unless at a long distance through Vaseline, pushed me over the edge.
It's clear that I am not currently comfortable with my size. For those of you who are my size and are comfortable, this column is not for you. I am extremely happy with my life and not going to be analyzing why I eat as a psychological exercise. I just like the food and need to understand how to eat everything I like by getting the concept of portion control. That's my Achilles' Heel. And that's why I chose Weight Watchers. I can learn to do this and will use the tools and wisdom of a company that has been doing it for over 40 years to help me.
Talk to you soon.
During the week that ended on September 13, my husband and I went to Mexico. And I figured out that if I lived there, with a chef and no access to a refrigerator, I could probably lose weight. It was all about the fish…fresh, plentiful and grilled to perfection. It was enough to make me not want junk food. But then I came home and met the enemy in my kitchen. My refrigerator was calling to me as I re-entered reality. And I knew that my fresh fish “pipe dream” had come to an end.
You see how I blamed the refrigerator. It’s a handy way to circumvent the obvious problem of my relationship with this appliance. We have been in love with each other for so long that we have developed a mutually satisfying existence. I fill it full of junk and it lets me remove whatever I want, whenever I want, and eat it.
Well, one of us has to take control, and since I weigh less than it does, I will be attending a Weight Watcher meeting and getting us both in shape.
In order to assure myself that I would not make excuses for not stepping up to the starting line, I went online and signed up for the special, $39.95 two-months of meetings, pass. I know that money also motivates me and throwing it away is not going to happen. So, by owning my new pass, I am ready to attend the meeting on September 15.
Will I show up at 9:00 a.m. and take my place on the weigh-in line? Of course, I will…I’m motivated!
Talk to you soon.