Saturday, August 3, 2013
Weight Watcher Scale Gods
Yours Truly is giving both her life and her body a major overhaul, and to the latter end, today, I joined the Dreaded Weight Watchers. Eek! What was it like, you ask? Was it awful Well...a little. I am willing to admit a certain amount on defensiveness on my part as I pulled into Heritage Square, crawled out of my car, and shuffled toward the Weight Watcher Store. Not sure what I was expecting but, whatever I thought would happen, didn't. Rather than a cheery atmosphere, I pulled open the door and stepped into a rather sterile looking room with lots of chairs and a lone man standing at the desk. His presence was a problem. I mean he was very nice. He was, but he also made me step on a giant scale and stand there awhile which I found a little humiliating. Yes, I knew I would be weighed but I somehow thought a woman would be doing the weighing. It wasn't his fault that he's a man and maybe I'd have been just as humiliated with a woman. I don't know. But I faulted him for his gender nonetheless. Of course, upon further thought, I am pretty sure the whole corporation runs off of humiliation and shame. No, I'm not being cynical here. Let's be honest. Why join Weight Watchers? I can buy a scale and count calories at home for a lot cheaper. So why bother? I'll give you two reasons. A.) Money Factor: I am PAYING these people $42.95 a month to weigh me so I WANT to see results. I understand those results largely come down to my own actions. Nothing motivates you like a hit to your wallet. B.) Humiliation Factor: Do you smell the fear on me yet? Listen Guys, once a week a total stranger will weigh me and then either offer praise or give me so called "encouragement." I want to be praised not embarrassed/encouraged. If those two factors aren't enough, I'll earn stickers for weight loss. And I like stickers because they only have meaning when they come from those in authority, like the Weight Watcher Scale Gods.