Wait...Watchers
It's time to admit it. I'm on Weight Watchers. This is my third time on WW, which clearly points out a couple of things--1. I'm fat again. 2. Maybe WW doesn't work. But I'm trying to be optimistic (at least about #2.) The first time I joined was when I was the summer after 8th grade, and when I showed up to school in 9th grade--no one recognized me. I'd grown out my hair and had stopped eating (I had about 1/2 cup a rice a day). Clearly I was more interested in and worried about weigh-in's than I was about healthy eating and smart choices. But hell, I was in 9th grade and all I cared about was finding a boyfriend and crushing out on my best friends. The second time I was on WW was when I moved back out to CA from NY and I gained a bunch of weight. While in NY, I was an extremely poor graduate student who walked everywhere. In CA, I was happy and eating up a storm and walking nowhere. WW didn't help me very much that time around. But now--here in 2005--I'm coming to WW with a different view. I have a HUGE appreciation for food now, and know how important it is in my life. But I was out of control--traveling for work and eating & drinking far too much--and WW is getting me back on track. If anything, at least I feel better about myself and my eating.
One complaint though--I cannot help but think of all food in terms of points. Not a good way to look at the world.