Repost: February 4, 2016
or me, it sounds like a sigh, and not one of those cute “ahhhh”. More like a “grrrrrr”.
So, as promised, I’m being honest here. I went to my weekly weight watchers meeting. After taking off my boots, coat and the required restroom visit, I stepped on the scale. I gained.
My first reaction? Embarrassed. I felt like I failed. It also happens to be the week I added exercise to my journey. So that’s disappointing. Food wise, I’ve been great. I feel good too. See below:
I won’t pretend that it’s OK and that I’ll do the mental shrug of indifference. It doesn’t feel good. What does that mean for this week? I will plan my meals for the week. I will continue the exercise and if next week I gain, then I will re-think my weekend wine. A sacrifice, I know, but not this weekend.
This is my plan to succeed and to do so, I need to keep looking at my plan and re-direct as necessary.
“Plan for tomorrow, because tomorrow you won’t have time”