I love WeightWatchers (WW). I really do. They’ve helped me approximately 8 separate times when I’ve felt I needed something more than just sheer willpower and personal responsibility to get my act together and lose weight. Owing someone money every month is the best way to feel guilty about having that thirteenth peanut butter cup. Chris (the hubs) and I signed up for it about 4 months ago, we both lost weight, then we lost money and had to cancel our memberships. We’ve been off of the program for a little over a month now and I believe it’s safe to say, especially since it’s right after Christmas and New Year’s and homegirl likes her cookies (I’m homegirl - in case you didn’t catch that), we’ve both put on a bit of weight.
I’m currently looking for work. We thought that with school loans and Chris’s work, we would be fine financially until I graduated and found a real job. That is not the case. I was super excited when one day I came across a listing for a part-time front desk position at the local WW. I thought, No way, this will be perfect! I’ll probably get WW for free or seriously discounted and I can work towards being healthier while helping other people be a part of WW, too. Awesome!
Turns out I’m too fat to work for WW. I’m serious. They require their employees to be within 10 pounds of their healthy BMI weight. I didn’t even know that a company could do that. You can’t discriminate against gender, race, age, but I’m too fat to answer phones and file for you? That’s messed up, WW, that’s messed up.
What do they think will happen if they have an employee who actually needs their program to lose weight? Do they think she’ll occasionally gain weight while on the program? Do they think she’ll feel like quitting every now and then? Aren’t these things that EVERYONE goes through when trying a new diet (or lifestyle)? Are they afraid their members will walk in, see a big girl behind the desk ready to help them sign in, and start puking immediately because of the amount of fat? Maybe that’s it. Nobody likes cleaning up puke. I sure don’t and I’m positive, as the newest employee with the least amount of superiority, I would get stuck on vom clean-up duty.
Well, I guess this means I’ll keep looking. Hostess is hiring a part-time retail clerk. Maybe I’ll be able to eat Little Debbie cakes all day and I can just continually say “Fuck WeightWatchers!” to all my customers. We can laugh together, have another oatmeal creme pie (shit, those are so good), and hopefully Hostess will put the skinny new girl on puke patrol.