They straggle in one at a time from the parking lot. Most wear the same clothes they wore last week and the week before that and so on. Some carry their possessions in old, grocery bags; others carry theirs in tote bags. They study the circle of chairs and each person selects where they will park their things before stumbling toward the growing line that is forming in front of the receptionist.
One who has already done so digs into her bag. Out comes a plastic container. It pops open and delicious aroma fills the air. All are hungry; fasting is a must, so several heads turn toward her as she digs into her breakfast.
“Next,” says the receptionist, and a woman slowly steps up to the table.
She hands over her membership card, offers up a small smile and an excuse, and steps onto the scale to weigh herself.
It’s Thursday morning. My weekly Weight Watcher meeting is about to start. We always register and weigh in first. For this it is best to wear the same or similar clothes every week because outfits that weigh more show up on the scale. Every ounce counts when one is trying to lose weight and those cute, skinny jeans can weigh as much as five pounds. Those of us who have places to go immediately after the meeting bring change of outfits in our totes or bags. On cold days, we come in layers, but all of those are shed before we line up.
We also come fasting for the same reason. One cup of coffee, even one slice of dry toast, might show up on the scales. The savvy enjoy their breakfast after the hated weigh in is over and done.
No one says a word if the scale goes up and not down, but the person being weighed knows. Suddenly that extra margarita she had last Saturday or those two doughnuts she scarfed into her mouth when no one was looking have come back to haunt her.
The leader starts the meeting. A theme is presented; a question asked. We banter; we offer solutions. We lift each other up.
We are a bunch of losers, but losers of the best kind. We are losing weight and helping each other lose even more.