Tuesday, February 8, 2011 Name is Rebekah

Last night my mom and I went to a WW meeting. When I first came home from college __yrs ago, my mom asked if I wanted to do Weight Watchers WITH HER. I knew it was FOR ME, but I went with her and low and behold we both lost weight, became lifetime members, and lived a very healthy lifestyle for many years.

Our first meeting ___yrs ago, we got the giggles thinking we would have to introduce ourselves as overeaters, candyholics, french fry lovers, cookie dough makers, icing get the sordid picture. Thankfully, we didn't have to introduce ourselves, but from then on we referred to WW as Overeaters Anonymous.

Last night I walked in to fill out paper work and weigh in, (UGGG!!) and I looked at my mom and thought, "Hi, my name is Rebekah. It's been 2 hrs since my last binge." In situations like these, humor must reign. We talked and asked ourselves questions throughout the whole meeting. We glanced amusingly at the other overeaters members and I have to say,  felt a little out of place.  But after looking in the mirror this morning,  I knew I was in the RIGHT place. 

I'd let you know the befores and durings and afters,  but my personality is such that if I do that,  I might sabotage my own plan just to prove you wrong.  (Don't ask!  It's something the Lord has been digging out of me for centuries years.  As in more than ___yrs. )

But I might let something out every now and then.

thansk for reading,