Friday, April 19, 2013
It was 5 years ago today.
I was peacefully asleep at 6:30 AM on a Saturday morning and I felt a foot on my butt.
"Get up. Get dressed. We're going to Weight Watchers."
It doesn't work. I tried it three years ago and lost 5 pounds in six months.
"It didn't work because you didn't work it. Get up. Get dressed."
Geez. You have to be a member.
"I signed us up on line last night. Get up. Get dressed."
We don't even know where or when the meeting is.
"At 7:00 up on Mellor Ave. It's a beautiful morning. It's less than a half mile. We can walk. Get up Get dressed. I'll see you outside."
BANG! The bedroom door closed.
At that time we had been married not quite 35 years. I knew what an invitation sounded like. It wasn't an invitation. I knew what a request sounded like. It wasn't a request. So I got up and I got dressed and I went outside to a glorious April morning. We walked up to Weight Watchers on Mellor Ave.
I weighed in, got my material and sat through the meeting. The insufferably perky leader (Jody, we became friends later) asked who had NSV's to report. I had no idea what an NSV was, but this equally insufferably perky young woman on the other side of the room, Sue (that's what her name tag said and we later became friends) raised her hand.
"I'm within 10 pounds of my goal weight and I'm going to run my first 5k next week!" she perked.
Pfft, I mumbled not quite under my breath, that'll be the day.
On the way home I told She(WMBO) "I'll give it six weeks to fail." I was so sure it was going to fail.
"Well, give it eight weeks to fail because I bought monthly passes. But," she cautioned, "you have to give it a real honest eight weeks to fail."
Fine, I thought, I'll show you. I will follow this program to a T and it's gonna fail.
And I did. And it did not. I lost 90 pounds in 18 months and became a runner myself.
That was 5 years ago today.