My son asked me if he could join Weight Watchers right after the first of the year. He's been concerned about his weight for some time now and I was proud of him for wanting to take some action. Since I'm ALWAYS trying to lose weight, I decided to join as well so that we could both have a dog in the fight.
(In case you're not familiar with Weight Watchers, every food has a point value and you spend them each day any way you like. Based on your height, weight, age and other factors, you are assigned a number of points to spend each day and a weekly allotment to split up among the days or save for a splurge...totally up to you. It's a great plan and it does really work...in spite of this post).
He's down 20 pounds in the last three weeks. I'm down 6.5.
That's what sucks.
I mean, I know why it's happening. He's 16...I'm 50. He needs to lose 100 lbs (he really doesn't, but he thinks he does), I have to lose 50 (and yes...I need to lose every one of those), he's a MAN and I'm just a dumb girl with an incredibly slow metabolism made even slower by age and menopause.
That's what sucks.
What's more, he gets 58 points a day to my 26!!!! He gets to eat like a lineback for the Washington Redskins while I get to eat like a waif from some Dickensian novel. He's not even able to eat all his daily points and hardly ever touches his weekly allowance points while I'm scraping to make it through the weeks without going over mine INCLUDING adding activity points.
That's what sucks.
However, you can really see the difference in his body. He's so proud of himself and he's gaining some much needed confidence which is wonderful. There's a light in his eyes and he's so diligent and committed to this I know he will be successful and I can't wait to see his face when he is.
That...does not suck. Not at all.
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