It’s ok if you see me with a donut. I am going to track it
and make sure that I get in some activity to work it off.
It’s ok if I talk about food. Better to talk about it than eat too much of it.
It’s ok that I track everything and tell you about the points value. You don’t have to listen, but it means a lot if you do.
It’s ok that I gain a ½ pound after working hard all week. My pants now need a belt, so I am doing something right.
It’s ok if I pass on that cheeseburger. I’ve eaten too many of them, obviously.
It’s ok if I don’t pass on that cheeseburger, either. They are delicious, juicy, mouth-watering…I better stop.
It’s ok if it I lose weight at a slower rate than you do. It’s a slow process, but there is progress nonetheless.
It’s ok if I have to just sit down and veg out. I listen to my body.
It’s ok if you think that Weight Watchers is some kind of cult, or it’s just a bunch of people who talk about their feelings regarding food. It’s ok, because they are there to support me, whether I lose or gain a pound. My leader and the members there know the struggle, and they understand me. They don’t judge.
It’s ok that I am proud to be a Weight Watcher, who celebrates even the smallest victories. They keep me motivated.
It’s ok if you want to follow this journey of mine. I know it’s so
cliché, but I can’t think of any other way to put it, and that’s ok, too. I
hope you are there when I reach my destination.
It’s ok for me to believe I will succeed!
