Pet peeve #2, #3, #4, and #5 (that have made it into the blog… )
I went to the vending machine … my lunch didn’t quite do it for me today. As I’m putting the first quarter in one of the “weight watchers crew”, as I call them, yells out “Pick out something bad for me!”. Grrr….
First: You don’t know what I’m about to buy so shut up.
Second: What concern is my lunch of yours? Right! So shut up about it.
Third: I work out and (mostly) eat sensibly. You expect to lose weight by counting points, eating copious amounts of WW cakes and cookies , and sitting on your ass every day of life. So … Shut. Up.
Fourth: Stop trying to make me feel guilty for eating something that, if you threw the points away and just lived with common sense, you could eat too. I work for my weight loss. I SWEAT for every pound. I deserve a treat. So SHUT UP!
I am proud to say that I have lost 8 pounds since starting to work out again a couple of months ago. And I haven’t changed a thing in my diet. My metabolism is higher, I’m building muscle… it all helps burn calories. That’s not a lot of weight but it’s something and guess what? I did it without ever assigning points to my food.
I am annoyed by weight watchers (could ya tell?). Granted, it is a good support system for those who get motivation from others. Some people need that support system. And yes, I’ve seen people have great initial results on that plan. And yes, I’m sure some people approach it as a lifestyle change that includes common sense, exercise, and diet.
But the weight watchers crew put me over the edge. Every day the conversation is about food: whining to everyone about having to eat salad for lunch, picking apart someone for bringing fast food into the lunchroom, and don’t get me started on checking out what everyone eats to decide how many points it is. YOU are on weight watchers. And it was YOUR choice. Either stop whining about your salads or stop eating them. Stop making a drama out of every french fry and cookie that that comes into the lunchroom. If it is to remind everyone that you are a WW crusader, wear a badge or something. Oh, and just because you are a crusader doesn’t mean that everyone else wants their lunch dissected too.
See that? THAT is your life and this? Well, this is MY life. Try putting some effort into a little exercise (no, walking across the road doesn’t count) and you wouldn’t need to be so worried about eating a chip. Besides… we all know that, despite the righteous attitude, you’re sneaking them at home.