Before moving to Colorado, I regularly attended Weight Watchers with a friend. I found it to be a reasonable program that I could actually follow long term. I got within two pounds of my goal weight before moving to Colorado and completely de-railing the train.
I've tried off and on to get back in the program, to no avail. Meetings were somewhat helpful, but I found they missed a crucial key element - my friend. Accountability from my friend was what helped me stay on track. She helped me continue to care when I hit the inevitable plateau. She helped me find new recipes (some cool, some disasters) and whispered with me in the back row of our meetings. We celebrated star stickers, small victories and glossed over the inevitable set backs reminding each other to just get back on the wagon.
I've recommitted myself to following the program and am checking in with a new accountability partner (my mother) every week. This week, while not a great success dietarily, I did manage to lose one full pound by simply moderating my portions and drinking less Cokes or Diet Cokes. I'm findly myself deeply missing my friend now as I find it harder to celebrate the "little things" alone.
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