This weekend, I spent 2 days training to become a Weight Watchers leader. I was nervous about the training and even more worried about leaving my boys for the weekend. I headed out for the 2 1/2 hour drive on Friday night. I will not say whether I cried when I left my boys (which gives you the answer without me saying it). First my trusty GPS took me to the wrong hotel in the wrong city. It was amazingly horrible, and just when I was starting to think this training might not be such a great idea, I finally arrived.
I said no to the whoopie pie at check in although it looked so good. For those of you who don’t know, a whoopie pie is 2 chocolate cakes with icing in the middle, think giant oreo! My roommate had not arrived so I settled in for the night, called my boys, watched some TV, called my boys and finally went to sleep (my Dunkin’ Donuts Eggnog Latte helped keep me awake for the drive and then about 3 hours).
The next morning I got up, called my boys (they were still sleeping), got showered dressed and headed out to my training with a belly full of melon and cornflakes.
When I walked in to the training room there were 8 unknown faces (9 if you count the regional manager from the other side of the state). It was pretty quiet, and training got underway with an over whelming amount of information. As he day went on, we all started to relax and started getting to know each other a little better. For the first time out loud, I shared how I stopped looking people in the eyes and how at my heaviest, I just wanted to hide. At the end of my story, I was supposed to share how I felt after overcoming it.
This is something I still struggle with. I still have days where I don’t know what to feel. I still have days when I see a different person in the mirror. Maybe it’s because I was able to take the weight off fairly quickly for the amount I had to loose, maybe it’s because I’m still hanging on to those feelings of failure that I built up for so long. I still find it easier to feel those feelings I felt before; the shame, the disappointment, the disgust. Every once in a while the pride, and amazement in myself creeps in, so I’m getting there.
After training that night I went to dinner with my roommate and after our meal, for the first time ever in my life, I worked out in a hotel fitness facility. Of course I called my boys on the way to dinner, when I got back to the hotel, after my workout and before bed (can’t tell I missed them, can you?). That night after my workout and shower, I got to spend even more time getting to know my roommate.
What an amazing woman! Seeing her before picture and knowing her struggle, I was honored to be in a training class with her. It is amazing the things we are capable when we put our mind to it, believe in the process and commit to change.
The next morning at training, the atmosphere was totally different. We were no longer a room full of strangers, we were all friends and the roar of laughter, chatting and excitement coming from the training room that I’m sure caused a bit later of a start Sunday morning.
As far as the training goes, it was amazing. I learned so much about myself and the Weight Watchers process, but even better, I learned more about the people I spent the weekend with. At the end of training, I was happy to be heading home to my family, but sad to leave the people I had gotten to know over the weekend, not knowing when I would get to see them again.
It’s amazing what being in a room full of inspiration can do for a person. There were people who had lost 25 pounds, some that had last more than 100 pounds, but every person had committed to change and were now standing up in front of a room of people with confidence and ease. I couldn’t be more proud to have been in the training class that I was. We all exchanged emails at the end of the training and I can’t wait until the next company training where I hope to get to see them all again.