I've been complaining and feeling low a lot lately, so I figure I should update you when I'm feeling good too! I did get my butt to Weight Watchers and since my scale at home is broken (it says my 8-year-old weighs 245 pounds) I had no idea what to expect. I got up there and the receptionist asked me how I thought I did and I told her I had no clue. I lost 2.4 pounds! I just about fell off the scale! Honestly though, I haven't been that bad when it comes to tracking and my food choices. I've also been working out like a lunatic, so I hoped it would show up. But since I hadn't been totally on program and things had been going downhill, I expected they would continue. The loss was a pleasant surprise, especially the amount!
I confessed to the meeting room that I had planned to skip the meeting and my leader made a good point. Would I let my kids drop out of sports just because they weren't winning? No, I wouldn't, so why drop out of something that is good for me when it isn't going perfect? I felt great when I left the meeting and even though I didn't get to have lunch with my girls, it was a really great afternoon. I even stopped at Costco and refilled my supply of bananas and lettuce. Have to be prepared! So, now I'm back to about 8 pounds from my goal weight with a renewed desire to get there.
To round out my good day, I went to see my kids run at an indoor track meet. They seemed to have more fun than they usually do (though they always enjoy them) and participated in a few extra races. As weird as this might sound, it feels so much better going to their track meets now that I've lost weight. I always felt so out of place at them when I was heavy. It felt like I was saying "do as I say, not as I do" to my kids. Of course, I guess I was. Now, if I really wanted to, I might be able to do a few of those races myself.