Weight Watchers Embarrassment

I’ve debated whether to share this embarrassing experience, but here goes…

Last week, I went to Weight Watchers.

That’s not even the embarrassing part.

After Weight Watchers, I went to the car repair shop, the grocery store, and Costco.

When I got home, I realized I never took off my Weight Watchers nametag.

Hello world! My name is Laurie.

I am a Weight Watcher.

I try not to advertise this because, for me, living the WW lifestyle is like slogging through mud.

Progress is slow and imperceptible, which makes talking about it very unpleasant.

Conversations go something like this:

You’re on Weight Watchers?

Yes

How much have you lost?

One pound

How long have you been on it?

A long time.

And that’s all you’ve lost?

Yes, thank you.

How much do you want to lose?

A lot.

How long is it going to take you?

The rest of my life and into eternity, thank you very much.

 Now let me back up to the Weight Watcher meeting that launched my horrible, no good, very bad day.

We were challenged to fit indulgences into our eating plan.

The logic is if you eat what you love, you won’t feel deprived and quit.

A lot of people said they eat a piece of Dove chocolate for their daily dose of deliciousness.

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I left the meeting determined to eat chocolate.

So now, let’s review what happened in light of the WW Chocolate Challenge.

First, at the car place, the friendly customer service guy told me his life story.

He’s part Iranian, part Turkish, and married a Latino. They have a five-month old baby girl, and said she’s a pretty good sleeper. He showed me pictures of her on his phone.

And, can you believe he hasn’t been to Turkey since he was two years old? He wants to go back soon.

As you can see, we established some rapport over the counter while discussing my wiper blades, oil change and tire rotations.

So, you think he might have mentioned the nametag, right?

No, he did not.

As I was leaving to get my loaner car, he said, “Do you want a snack from the snack room? We have some chips and candy bars.”

Remembering the chocolate challenge, I caved at the word “candy,” and took the fun-sized SNICKERS for the road.

But, wait a minute.

He saw my big old nametag, didn’t know about the chocolate challenge, and, still offered me candy and chips?

You call that good customer service?

I do not.

Next up is the grocery store, where, of course, I rose to the morning’s WW challenge and bought a bag of Dove Promises.

I can only imagine what that clerk thought as she scanned it, while noticing I looked like a Weight Watchers billboard.

Then there was Costco.

I wish I could say I ignored the old people in hairnets handing out food samples.

I did not.

I sampled a chip with guacamole on one aisle, a pretzel on the next, and ended with a sip of yogurt before I left.

Again, I can only imagine what people thought as they saw me stuffing myself with snacks while sporting that not-so-subtle WW nametag.

My errands ended up costing me a good number of WW points, and a lot of embarrassment.

But, wait, there’s more…

Later, that afternoon, Mr. Snickers Saboteur called to tell me my car was ready for pick-up.

“It’s very important to me that you give me a 10 on the customer service survey. So, is there anything else I can do to make sure you’re satisfied with our service?”

“Wait a minute. Did you see the badge I was wearing?”

“Yes.”

“So, you saw the WW nametag, let me leave still wearing it, and gave me a Snickers?”

“Um, yes, I guess I did. So, does this mean you’re going to give me a zero instead of a 10?”

“Probably.”

I hung up the phone and thought, “what’s the matter with people?”

It should be a rule that if customers come in wearing WW nametags, you should tell them before they embarrass themselves by eating things like chocolate and chips and guacamole while wearing a flashing neon sign that says, “I’m a Weight Watcher.”

No, that man handing out Snickers to Weight Watchers members is definitely not getting a 10 because if I blame him, I feel a little less embarrassed…

Just a little.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments

  1. Laurie,
    You are hilarious. Within a month you will replace Marie Osmond ” I am Laurie & I have lost 50 Lbs.”

  2. Caren Cannon says:

    Just think what your name tag would have looked like on your temple dress had you not blown off Doug. On Feb 10, 2016 7:36 PM, “Laurie Snow Turner” wrote:

    > lauriesturner posted: “I’ve debated whether to share this embarrassing > experience, but here goes… Last week, I went to Weight Watchers. That’s > not even the embarrassing part. After Weight Watchers, I went to the car > repair shop, the grocery store, and Costco. When” >

  3. Thanks for your honesty in sharing this. I think yours takes the cake…(why does it always involve food?! ) but I have a couple of embarrassing moments.
    I was at Target one night when Shaunessy was home. It was 10 pm and we were trying on shoes. I was going to put my boots back on but couldn’t find them. Anywhere. They were no where to be found. I’m barefoot in Target. Albert Einstein and I have one thing in common. We both dislike socks. So I really was barefoot. Then I remembered a worker straightening the shoes and thought, hummm, maybe she put them on the shelf. Sure enough they were on a top display shelf. Phew. Please don’t make me buy them.

    Yesterday I was leaving our credit union. I was trying to get in my car but realized it wasn’t my car when I say a man sitting in it shaking his head, No. I thought, please don’t shot me, I’m not a robber.

    • Trina, this is hilarious, and I so appreciate you sharing. It helps me to know I’m not the only one doing silly things. In fact, I can always count on you to be my partner in silliness. #whatshallwedonext

  4. Denise Belyavsky says:

    Laurie, you make me laugh out loud. You have such a fun take on life and it’s kookiness! xo (I just discovered your blog again cause of a link Annie put up….I’ll have to figure out how to get on your subscription list)

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