I am a little chubby these days.
I know this because my doctor, a very nice woman, told me so at my annual physical this week.
According to her, my BMI - body mass index - does not place me quite in the 'obese' category, which is comforting. But let's face it, I have jowls. As for the scale...I weigh about 30 pounds more than I did when I was nine months pregnant. And since I am not currently pregnant with twins, that kinda puts things in perspective.
So my boss, Mark, joined Weight Watchers three weeks ago and is doing great. Weight Watchers works on a 'points' system; foods have equivalent points, and by tracking those points you know when you reach your limit. Most fruits and vegetables are 'free' in that you can have unlimited amounts.
I have a good appetite. I didn't get these jowls by saying "no, thank you" to cake. But when I found out how many points Mark could squander, I knew this was the plan for me. I was going to be able to eat a lot. And lose weight. It doesn't get any better than that.
So I grabbed my debit card and went to that Weight Watchers meeting. I was all smiles. I was going to eat my way to skinny-dom. Heck, Applebee's has Weight Watchers meals. I like Applebee's!
I stepped on the scales, still smiling. 171.6. Eek! But I calmed myself. People lose weight on Weight Watchers. I would be a success story - I imagined myself in a bathing suit, and my adult sons friends whispering, "Gee dude, your mom looks pretty good for 50." I paid my money for the monthly program, which includes all kinds of support, even an app for my phone.
This is going to be a hoot, I thought to myself.