The very first meetings were held each week at the synagogue in my neighborhood. My mother made me come with her. I was the only daughter there. Aunt Esther came, too. The other mothers complimented me for taking action while I was still young enough to lose the weight in time to find a husband. A small part of me thought it was cool to be there; but mostly I felt fat and embarrassed. I was 11.
One of the tips I learned was to say, "No thank you, I can't have that. I have fat-on-my-thigh". I remember my mother thought that was clever. Mimicking the meeting leader, she pronounced the word very fast and slurred it so you would think it's a kind of medical condition.
I haven't had the opportunity to use that tip, yet. But it's good to be prepared.
I joined WW for the umpteenth time a couple of weeks ago. I took off my hoodie when I weighed in after the first week so as to optimize the loss. I haven’t done too much to follow the program. I haven’t finished reading all the literature. I did lose 1.6 lbs. That’s not much. A guy on “The Big Loser” lost 22 lbs in his first week.
I couldn't find a picture of me at 11 years old.
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