First Internet Outing
I want to tell this story, but in order to do so I kind of have to reveal the context.
So, last Monday I decided to go back to Weight Watchers. I believe their program is a good one, and effective. There were several factors that got me back in the chair. One major factor was in studying for my psychology classes, I read several studies on dieting and long term effectiveness and the regular meeting/support group was universally identified as predicative of higher levels of long-term success. Second, reading about female psychological development and the principles of attachment, I identified that losing weight in order to join the Army was such a powerful motivator because I identified success with supporting my basic values AND contributing to other people. Lead from the front, in other words. Third, a co-worker who was hired about the same time I was last year came in to work last Monday morning and I couldn't quite place him because he'd lost over 100 pounds in the last eleven months. I thought, if I had started when he did I could be almost at goal. I wasn't upset with myself, I was just noticing that I hadn't made nearly as much progress as I hoped to and resolving that I would try again, and give it a "Mark" try. (See Thomas for further details, but basically Mark accused me of not giving "One Piece" a fair shake because I only watched three half-hour episodes. When asked how long would be fair, he said until the end of the first plot arch. That would be almost a full season of 26 episodes. I told him that he would just have to accept my unreasonable judgmental behavior on this.)
Anyway, I arrived just before the meeting started and not early. I stepped up to the counter and handed my slip to the woman. She glanced up and asked "Do you have a doctor's note?"
Do I look that sick? Am I over some predetermined you-really-should-ask-a-doctor weight? "Um, no. Why?"
"You aren't under 17?"
I burst out laughing. "No! I'm 24." She quickly apologized, to which I replied, "Don't worry, I intend to continue enjoying it as long as I can."
So, I still have my baby face and I intend to love it quite a bit. Just wanted to share.
So, last Monday I decided to go back to Weight Watchers. I believe their program is a good one, and effective. There were several factors that got me back in the chair. One major factor was in studying for my psychology classes, I read several studies on dieting and long term effectiveness and the regular meeting/support group was universally identified as predicative of higher levels of long-term success. Second, reading about female psychological development and the principles of attachment, I identified that losing weight in order to join the Army was such a powerful motivator because I identified success with supporting my basic values AND contributing to other people. Lead from the front, in other words. Third, a co-worker who was hired about the same time I was last year came in to work last Monday morning and I couldn't quite place him because he'd lost over 100 pounds in the last eleven months. I thought, if I had started when he did I could be almost at goal. I wasn't upset with myself, I was just noticing that I hadn't made nearly as much progress as I hoped to and resolving that I would try again, and give it a "Mark" try. (See Thomas for further details, but basically Mark accused me of not giving "One Piece" a fair shake because I only watched three half-hour episodes. When asked how long would be fair, he said until the end of the first plot arch. That would be almost a full season of 26 episodes. I told him that he would just have to accept my unreasonable judgmental behavior on this.)
Anyway, I arrived just before the meeting started and not early. I stepped up to the counter and handed my slip to the woman. She glanced up and asked "Do you have a doctor's note?"
Do I look that sick? Am I over some predetermined you-really-should-ask-a-doctor weight? "Um, no. Why?"
"You aren't under 17?"
I burst out laughing. "No! I'm 24." She quickly apologized, to which I replied, "Don't worry, I intend to continue enjoying it as long as I can."
So, I still have my baby face and I intend to love it quite a bit. Just wanted to share.