Back to Reality

I'm baaack! We had a really nice weekend but even though I brought my own food and tracked most of the time, took a couple of bike rides and walked every day, I still overindulged a bit (that margarita which was soooo not worth the calories!) So, after e-mailing a very successful weight loss blogger friend, I decided that doing it on my own just isn't working and I need to get back to the meetings. I need the camaraderie, the support, the accountability.

It was a good decision, I knew it when I walked into my old Weight Watchers meeting place last night, but stepping on the scale was not an easy feat. Apparently my scale at home is not accurate or, at least different that the one at WW because the number shocked me: 166.6. Gulp. What the hell? No wonder I feel like crap, my clothes don't fit and my thighs are rubbing together - that's more than I weighed when I gave birth to my eldest daughter 24 years ago! And, geez, all of those sixes just can't be good luck!

Yes, I was upset, frustrated and angry but none of those emotions are going to help me take the weight off, are they? What will is working the program. Completely. 100%. Period.

So, here I go. A new start. Again. Beginning today.