Newsletter
success story
Sarah Before and After

Success Story

Amy – Amy's Race Through Her WW Life

By Amy C., Leader and Writer

Fluffy, pleasantly plump, a couple pounds overweight, an hourglass with an extra hour… these were the things I said to myself most of my life and I believed them. Most of my life I was right. I would come to a time when I would wish to be as fat I used to think I was! That time was when I heard the word obese describing me. ME!?! I mean I was totally shocked! And yet not really at all. The harsh reality was that I was obese and I was now being turned down for medical insurance because of it.

I’ve struggled with my weight my whole life. I don’t really remember a time I wasn’t aware that I had a few pounds to lose. It started young when people would tell my sister she would be the tall skinny one. It’s not like they actually said I’d be the short fat one, but what else was I to deduce?

“Success does truly breed success.”

I became an expert at dieting. Not losing weight, but dieting. I tried all the crazes: no carb, all carb, no fat, all fat, only what my blood type should eat and even dangerous pills. I was a weight loss failure and I felt like that was where I was going to be forever. And that is when a friend introduced me to Weight Watchers. It wasn’t love at first sight. We met, we dated, we broke up a couple times but I had had the most successful relationship with food during the times we were together. I came crawling back begging for another chance and I was met with open arms.

It wasn’t the miracle diet I’d been promised in so many other places. It was changing my habits and changing my thinking. It was finding out that French fries are not the only side dish offered for lunch and dinner. It was a journey and a lifestyle change, not a quick fix and then back to the doughnut breakfasts. It took me 2 ½ years to lose 70 pounds but I’d been fighting it for more than 20 years at this point so it really didn’t matter how long it took. It was frustrating that it took 6 months to lose the last 5 pounds but it would have been faster if I’d actually tracked honestly. I can now say that it’s been off for over 9 ½ years and that is what matters most.

“Most of my life I was right.”

However, getting to goal wasn’t my only accomplishment thanks to Weight Watchers. Success does truly breed success. After I got to goal I went to work for Weight Watchers. I led a session for all new members to explain the program and found myself saying "we want you to move more, you don't have to go out and run a marathon, I certainly never will..." One day I caught myself and realized that the "I never will" girl was gone. The only evidence of her is the pictures and the fear of being her that lingers in my mind.

So I started to do a little research and found out my favorite place on Earth held half marathons.

I never thought I’d see the start line let alone the finish; my first attempt to register for the Disneyland ½ marathon was thwarted by being full sooner than anticipated. The second attempt was thwarted when I’d already spent the $135 to register for the Disneyworld Princess ½ marathon but bruised a bone in my foot and couldn’t train in time and the fee was non-transferable & non-refundable. I saw these as signs to quit. I received my shirt and bib in the mail and was so sad to see that I had Belle (my favorite princess) on my bib and then as the race day passed, I was devastated I was not there, I honestly thought I’d be relieved. I mean, when did I start to actually believe I could DO things?!

“You just can’t wait to get up and go every day.”

A friend mentioned a few weeks later that she’d registered for the next race and hoped I would run with her. I was afraid to spend another precious $135 for registration and had very little time to make the decision. Ultimately, I decided to ask for the cost as a gift for my 37th birthday so I wouldn’t feel as guilty if it all fell apart again.

I am not a runner. I don’t enjoy running and never have. If my purse was stolen and my whole life was sprinting away from me, I’d wave goodbye and find some way to call the police. Runners told me I’d became a runner the minute I strapped on my shoes. Runners also told me that you get this high while running; “you just can’t wait to get up and go every day.” Runners lie! I never got this high during my training, I got the flu, I got food poisoning, I got cute new shoes, but I never got the runners high. Runners also told me that after crossing the finish line, I would not be able to wait until my next race. Maybe they don’t lie all the time.

Come back next month for part 2 of Amy’s story.