Weight Watchers: Part 3

So. I made a big change this week. I took a leap of faith. I decided there was more than one way to skin a cat. (Isn’t that a creepy expression? So weird!) Remember how I tried Weight Watchers two separate times… and each time, I quit the program, frustrated and baffled at my lack of success? Some of you might even remember this post, “Weekly Weigh In #7, in which I want to bitchslap Weight Watchers in the face,” which is ironically, one of the top 10 most popular posts on this blog (Stay classy, Alyssa!). Those are some strong emotions. Some feelings I can’t deny I definitely had. Even recently, when people say they’ve had success with Weight Watchers, I feel a slight tug of “Well, I can’t lose weight with Weight Watchers, so that’s great for you and all, but I’m just gonna go eat peanut butter out of the jar while you track your points…”

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But! As I am learning over and over again, sometimes, you need to approach something old in a new way. Fail might actually mean “First Attempt In Learning.” Sometimes, you need your sister to join Weight Watchers and have great success. Sometimes, you need to keep reading about your friend Mel’s awesome progress on the plan. Sometimes, you need your friend, who’s a lifetime Weight Watchers member, to re-join and offer to go to meetings with you. Sometimes, you work from home, and you like to go places on your lunch to keep your social skills intact. Sometimes, you get a really good deal in the mail for three months at a great price. Sometimes, you think, it’s time for a change. So I joined. I swallowed my passive-aggressive “Boo Weight Watchers” pride, and decided to give it a fair shake. I’m trying the Simple Start plan for the first two weeks, and I’ll admit, there’s no tracking, counting, or measuring, and there’s definitely part of me that’s thinking I’ll weigh in on Sunday and see a gain on the scale. But, I need to try, try, again. If anything, I’m excited to have one reliable scale to be consistent with.

So here’s what’s going to be *slightly* different about my attempt with Weight Watchers. I already know that with my body’s loveable quirks with PCOS and hypothyroid, that I need to be avoiding gluten, corn and sugar. Weight Watchers definitely allows you to eat those things. I’ll eat them occasionally, but for the most part, those things don’t belong in my daily diet. They make my stomach hurt, they make me bloat, and then worse, even after all those crummy feelings, they make me crave more. So adios, corn, gluten, and sugar. You’re being replaced with Kefir and fresh fruits and fresh veggies with organic sour cream. I can eat fat, in moderation. Fat is not the enemy, which sounds so weird to say, but with my diet, has been proven true. My body works more like a kerosene lamp than a rabbit… I thrive on fat. (And fat makes food so, so delicious. One silver lining of having a weird, wacky metabolism.)

So there you have it. Trying something new. Seeing what sticks. Have you ever begrudgingly decided to give something a second, or even third try in regards to your health? Tell me about it in the comments below — and have an amazing day.

Love,

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Torture Machines

One of my pseudo-new year’s resolutions this year was to try more new things. I’ve always been stubborn and comfortable in the routine, so I decided it would be good for my well being to shake things up a little bit. A couple of months ago I bought a groupon for Pilates Plus in Encino. It was expiring this week, so I made an appointment for my first class and headed to the studio on Wednesday evening.

Woman On Pilates Torture Machine. Photo credited to and owned by Info Barrel.

When I showed up, I was shocked to see a small room filled with about 10 large, gigantic machines called “reformers”. I have heard of these Pilates machines, but have never gotten on one and I definitely haven’t ever wanted to get on one. I admit, as soon as I saw the machines, I had the fight or flight instinct and turned on my heel to flee, thinking “Bitches be crazy! I’m not getting up on one of these things!”. Alas, as soon as my head ducked around, the perky instructor said, “Are you Alyssa?”

And so it began. First of all, I knew within one minute that I was WAY out of my league. The machines consist of different handle bars, levers, pulleys and sliding platforms, and I was brand new and nervous about how the machinery worked. The teacher was super sweet and patient however, and had no problem coming over to assist me in all my sweating, rattled glory.

About half way through, I was in physical pain and actually got off the machine and told her I was thinking about ducking out. I clearly wasn’t ready for such a workout yet. “No! Please don’t go,” she said. “Just stay and take breaks whenever you need to. People throw up and faint in my class all the time.” Way to be motivating, right?! However, she did encourage me to stay, so I did.  Unfortunately, in the last ten minutes of class, I started getting the dizzy shakes and tunnel vision and had to ask her where the bathroom was. I had officially overdone it and was dangerously close to passing out among the lithe, lean-bodied pilates goddesses of Encino.

I went home that night humbled and frustrated, fed up with myself that I had let myself get to a weight where I couldn’t do everything I wanted to. As usual, Matt, who is always the calm voice of reason, talked me down and made me realize I wasn’t upset about the weight, I was upset about not being able to do something well the first time around. As I age, I notice I’m becoming more and more grumpy about not being able to do things well right away. I’m a little bit of a perfectionist in other areas of my life, so if I try something new and really, really struggle, I get into a defeatist attitude. It was a good lesson for me – not just about pilates and scary torture machines called proformers, but that sometimes, you can totally SUCK at something, and it doesn’t matter. What matter is that you tried, you put in the effort, and you made an honest attempt at trying something new. I may not be a pilates pro, but I got out of my comfort zone and did the best I could – and that’s way better than sitting at home and doing nothing.

When you try something new and don’t succeed, do you feel frustrated, or do you just chalk it up to being a newbie?