I re-joined Weight Watchers on 12/3. After our move in June, I floundered, and was too busy with all of our changes to find a meeting. As I said in my first post, I knew I could do it on my own, knew that I could keep myself in check. The reality of it is, I actually knew I couldn't. Who am I kidding? I am the poster child for meetings. The feelings of accountability, the knowledge that I'm weighing in, the inspiration I gather from other members, all of that adds up to me being more accountable to myself.
Last week, I went to my mother's house for Christmas. Missed my meeting, as it was on Christmas Eve, there were no meetings in their area, so i blew it off. Subsequently, I ate too much, drank too much, sat too much. I know this, I was aware of what I was doing, I did it knowingly. Four days of big blanks on my Weight Watchers tracker.
Beginning Thursday, I started tracking again, exercising again. I have felt good about it. This morning, I made the mistake of getting on my scale. It didn't look good. The first thing I wanted to do was go downstairs and eat a pie. We don't even have a pie, but I wanted to eat it! Then I reflected a little. This isn't my 'usual' scale, I had already finished all my coffee and my breakfast, and at the end of the day, it's just a number on the scale. I felt good this morning, I was feeling happy, healthy, skinnier. I am not going to let that number dictate my mood. I am certainly not going to let it dictate my eating choices. So tomorrow I will weigh in on my usual scale, it may be good, it may be bad, but it won't define me.