In Medias Res

Me a few week after starting Weight Watchers

It was there in Burger King that I faced the wall. Not out of shame or defiance but because I wanted to know how I could spend my allotted 400 calories for a meal out. Chicken was an option, but who goes to Burger King for chicken? I was on the hunt for nice beefy broiled burger. To the delight of my salivating taste buds I spotted the rodeo burger. Being a fan of BK since I was young by eating countless meals of their chicken tenders (before they changed them) I knew the traditional options very well. But I wasn't here for traditional. I was here for a burger worth its taste in calories.
Upon my first bit I knew this was a different bred of burger. A not so greasy patty on a fluffy sesame seed bun with three onion rings and a healthy dollop of sweet and spicy bbq sauce. All for 310 calories. And of course I had a side salad with a trickle of apple cider vinaigrette. After the first bite of my burger I took a picture and sent it to me weight loss buddy, Kelly.
I've come a long way since the days of eating a bowl of ramen four years ago in February. I feel horrible. I'd binge eat just about anything, even things I did not like. If it was sugary and starchy it was guaranteed to go into my mouth,
This is when I started my live changing experience with weight watchers. I got on board with the program a few weeks after they launched their innovative Points Plus program. It was a fat girl's dream. All you can eat vegetables and fruit as long as you counted everything else and were within your point range. And so began my four year long love affair with weight watchers. We had good times and bad times together. We went to birthday parties and dates. Weight Watchers was always holding my hand while I crossed the street of weight loss. Never had she miss guided me as long as I confided in her about my deepest most darkest foods that I ate. I'd whisper into her ear that I ate cake and she'd tell me all wasn't lost and magically make me lose weight that week.
Our break up started about two years ago. Young and having recently gotten my associates degree I was off to Germany for two weeks. She begged me to take her with me. She traveled light she had said. "No, this is vacation. I'm taking a three week break from you." Weight Watchers was not happy. Our friendship was falling about. I went from a hefty 292 pounds so a nicely sized 182 pounds back to around 198 pounds.
Germany was fun. Booze. Pastries. Mystery fatty meats. And oh my goodness the coffee! Everything was full fat and not a point was counted. It's true that I walked a great deal and saw so many things. When I arrived back home I could feel something was different. I gained about five pound (but totally worth it!). I came groveling back to Weight Watchers and begged her to work her magic.
It took going through my first semester at a four year college to finally achieve something close to the 182 pounds that I was before.
As soon as I stopped abiding by Weight Watchers advice (which took until September) I gained what I jokingly called my Winter weight. I'd whisper sweet nothings in Weight Watchers tracker hoping she would magically give me weight loss. She probably surely thought I was joking the day I binged on cookies or when I told the doctor I walked daily.

Me after losing weight with Weight Watchers the second time

By April I tried to woo her back. But she was tired of my shit and packed up heading home with about $1,000 more in her pocket.
The years with Weight Watchers was great. I wouldn't give them back for anything except more the times when I should have even what I really wanted.
This is when calorie counting walked into my life. Simple, Straight to the point. No gimmicks, And she's a cheap date! Dang! We've been together for two weeks and we've really hit it off.
And this is where my story begins, in medias res (in the middle of things).