It's Ok to Be a Weight Watcher

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!