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Guest Post – “Why did you join Weight Watchers?”

Recently, with the impending launch of WeightWatchers 360°, I thought it would be fun to look at the Program through the eyes of a member.  I thought it would be interesting to see how they work the program, and how the transition to 360° impacts them.

I asked 2 members to help me, 2 members of different generations, 2 members with different life experiences and points of view.  First off, we have Christina, representing  the under 25s.

I hope you enjoy this look at the program from different perspective.

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“Why did you join Weight Watchers?”
Good question.

Let’s back track for a moment. In light of recent changes to the Weight Watchers program (i.e. Weight Watchers 360), I wanted to take a look back at my initial motivations and reasons behind becoming a WW member. Not only is this exercise for myself as I move closer towards my goals, but I figure I’d introduce myself. Kirsty kindly asked me to share some of my experiences on ‘I am the new me’ and I am more than happy to let you all in on what it is that brings me to those weekly meetings and my daily Points Plus Tracker.

When I started university in 2007, I began to develop some really solid, healthy routines. When I reflect on the conscious changes I made, I think I was really just trying to mitigate my high school experience, which involved a complete lack of exercise and healthy eating. When I moved to Victoria, I committed myself to joining a gym, food-journaling, regulated portions, and eating ‘smart’. I wanted to be healthy. I didn’t exactly know what that meant, but I set out to learn. My body changed a lot during those first two years of university – I lost a bit of weight, developed strength and flexibility… I most importantly developed a whole new appreciation for a lifestyle that was rewarding in so many different ways.

My weight started to slowly creep back up after the summer of 2010. I had spent 6-months abroad studying, traveling, and eating my way across Europe. I attribute my loss of routine during that 6-month period to about a 9lb weight gain that just never really went away. I was disappointed.

Once I got back into Canada, a new job brought me heavily into the running community and I eventually started training for my first half-marathon. I thought maybe it would be my exit strategy to get rid of some of the pounds that I had adopted abroad, but sadly, it did not. Running fuelled my hunger to new proportions, increased my muscle mass, and just added to the bulk that I was increasingly disappointed with.

Now don’t get me wrong – lots of people can get away with running without gaining weight – or even come out loosing weight for that matter. At the end of the day, however, I was OK with where I was. My cardio endurance was great. The accomplishments and feeling of ultimate success when I passed those finish lines was worth far more to me than those extra 9lbs. I was happy to run 15k on a Sunday, only to go chase it down with a stack of pancakes, complete with cream cheese syrup and buttery toppings. Or so I thought…

The highs and lows as I like to call them started to get to me. I struggled with crazy peaks of hunger, exhaustion, and extreme guilt regarding my food choices. I found myself unable to strike a happy-medium.  All of this aside, I was also having a difficult time getting back into some of my best routines from before I moved away – especially those relating to my food allergies. As someone who is allergic to wheat, I had forgotten how important it was for me to avoid it all together and became complacent on how awful it made me feel. It’s a slippery slope… my discomfort became masked by continued servings of bread, pizza and cookies and I began to forget how good I felt without it.

Fast-forward two years to September 2012.  My half-marathon training #2 was coming to a close, I was really getting into a good grove with a new job, recently moved into a lovely new apartment with my best friend – things were good. Really good, in fact. I felt like I was in a great place in my life and there was just that one thing missing. Or that I would like to be missing I should say. Those gosh darn 9lbs.

Those 9 represented more to me than just a number on the scale. Loosing them meant gaining my control back, reconnecting with my healthy habits that I had worked so hard to develop. Learning to say “No”… eating for the right reasons. And I knew there was more than 9lbs to go – but that initial hurdle was the first step.

Here enters Weight Watchers. My roommate, who had previously lost 25lbs on the program, wanted to get back on track. Her last year of university set her back on that accomplishment and she was ready to commit again. She sold me on the mantra and I was willing to give it a shot.

“Why not?”

 

Stay tuned for my next post when I discuss my first impressions of Weight Watchers, how those first two months went, and my transition to Weight Watchers 360.

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