Weight watchers changed my life. From the time I was in 6
th grade
I’ve been the bulky and chunky girl. Never had a boy once glance my
way. Never had a chance to experience the fun activities that those much
fitter than I am accomplished. When I was in 8th grade at the fresh age
of 13 I began my journey with weight watchers. I went to the meeting
center and went in to join with my mom who also has been large from as
far as I can remember. I remember the sadness I experienced when they
told me I had to wait and get a recommendation from my doctor before I
could officially join. So watched from the corner as my mom sat down
talking and chatting with the weight loss groups, my pride joining my
spirit on the floor. That weekend I went promptly and got my check up
and then asked my doctor the serious question of writing me permission
to achieve my goal through weight watchers. He was more than happy to
oblige and I walked in next Monday with my doctor approval in hand and
received all my necessities for the programs. And this is where people
say the sun came out and the sky was blue and I automatically lost a
bunch of weight and gained popularity, love, money the whole ten yards
when in reality the weight loss was a really tedious slow process.
The first week was wonderful! I stuck strictly by the diet and my mom
helped a whole bunch too. No eating out, no soda, nothing. I didn’t
know then that was the excitement of the initial achievement and the
thoughts going through my mind were, “I decided I was going to lose
weight and gosh darn it I am sticking to it!”
Week 2 through 4 was how I say…iffy. People started realizing “oh
she’s on a diet?” and I would just shrug understanding I had nothing to
show for it since I had only started days before. Or I would be so happy
someone noticed and I would go home and dance around thinking of all
the useless stuff I could do since I had lost a few pounds. Yet these
people who asked the question continuously tried to stray me off
progress. People all of a sudden wanted to bring food over, and my aunt
she would cook pies and have her son bring them over for no apparent
reason. My friends would invite me to the fattest restaurants they could
think of. I was literally living in heck around my own beloved! I found
out though they just really wanted to see if was serious, since had
been eating wrong for so long. They wanted to see if I would instantly
break just by the whiff of a piece of fried food, or the chill of an ice
cream shop. When this occurs just ignores them, throw away the pie,
shut your door in the delivery guy’s face and tell your friends to screw
off.
The 5
th through 8
th week
you begin getting to yourself. you’ve see you made some progress losing
pounds or inches and you think that is enough. Now it’s time to go back
to what I used to do: lounge on couch eating chips and watching TV with
my friends that seem to eat everything and never gain weight. Wrong! I
don’t mean to be frank but if you start doing that bad habit again the
weight will not hesitate to come back. Then you are pushed back to level
one and next time it won’t feel as good, usually you feel ashamed, and
worthless like all the work is for nothing. I’m not saying diet for the
rest of your life, I’m just saying maybe instead of having a regular
burger. Have turkey burger. instead of having chips, eat some iceberg
lettuce (believe it or not it really helps quench the chip urge for me
when you eat it chopped up), of course you can eat the “regular foods”
sometimes but just in don’t scarf it all down like it’s the last supper.
To sum up my fellow teens, the weight loss journey is as long, and
crappy, and awesome as it can get. Just remember, the weight will come
off. Sometimes when we go to scale constantly we see that we gained like
.00002 pounds and freak. Don’t worry; you may have lost inches instead
of pounds. Plus muscle weighs more than fat. Don’t let anyone swing you
from the goal. Not you mom, dad, friends, psycho chef aunt. No one! This
is for you and you only, they don’t understand until they are in your
shoes what it’s like. Also it takes time. 3 weeks will get you inches
but to get the full results at least 6 weeks is a huge recommendation
from me. Lastly, drink water; don’t starve yourself; and if you start
feeling dizzy, or sick please just stop. Sometimes when we are doing so
well with the weight loss us our pride starts getting to us. We don’t
want people to see us being unhealthy since we are the “weight loss
success story”. That’s utter and complete bull. If you know you are
going too far or you can’t handle it just stop. It’s not worth it.