Wise Words from A Weighty Woman

I had convinced myself I wasn’t going.  As I drove the span of highway between towns, I’d talked myself out of facing the inevitable.  I fell off the wagon too long ago…I wasn’t prepared…I wasn’t ready to try this again… I told myself.  The easy way out was to just drive straight past the meeting, grab a #3 at Wendy’s which would do the trick.  But, in the time it took to exit the Interstate, the crowd in my head began to sway to the other direction.  Somehow, by the grace of my subconscious, I pulled in the parking lot, walked in the door, removed my shoes and stepped on the scale.

Day one, again.

I purposely waited to check in with my meeting leader, a young, roundish, loud Mom of two.  In other words, my twin with a Rhode Island accent.  She saw me, came from behind her desk and gave me a hug.  I nearly burst into tears.

“Where have you been?”

“I’ve had a lot going on,” I began, and proceeded to explain all the goings on of the last few months, including going back to school, getting help for twins with sensory issues, and how it all got in the way of my plan of losing weight and getting healthy.

“Do you remember the night I talked about my son’s autism diagnosis?”

“Yep, I do.” I remembered the meeting clearly.  She broke down in the middle of her weekly spiel while discussing her son’s recent autism diagnosis.  He’s 7 and she’d just found out that day.

“All I can tell you is that he’s doing wonderfully, and I ate and ate and ate and ate and now, I have a boy who’s doing wonderfully and a lot of weight to lose.”

“Point taken,” I said as I stepped off the scale.

She plucked the thoughts directly from my chunky brain, started me anew with all new paperwork, as if I’d walked through the door for the very first time.

Back at zero.  Day one.  Here we go…again.