I weighed in for the first time yesterday in 2 weeks (I was on Spring Break last week and there was no way I was going to face that scale after being on vacation). I knew I was going to have a gain. I expected maybe a pound at the most. Never ever ever did I expect to stand on that scale and see that I was almost 3 pounds heavier.
To say I was devastated would be an understatement. I had already cried that day (a couple of times, actually) for unrelated matters, so this was just the icing on the cake.
But you know what? My leader let me cry, hugged me, and said "what can I help you with?" And for that, I am so appreciative. I love that she didn't try to tell me I had nothing to cry about because it was only 2.8 pounds. She got it. She understood. She had been there before.
Seriously folks, where else can you get that kind of support? If I were doing this online (like I have in the past), yesterday would have been it. I would have quit. Straight up quit.
And yes, I was still upset when I left. In fact, I went to Chickfila for dinner, fully prepared to get a delicious chicken sandwich and some good ole waffle fries, and eat every bit of my feelings away. But I didn't. Something came over me and before I knew it I had ordered a kids meal -- a 6 piece GRILLED (!!!) chicken nugget, a FRUIT CUP (what?!), and a refreshing Diet Coke. That's 3 PP folks. 3 PP instead of 25ish PP.
It doesn't happen over night, but Weight Watchers is so much more than losing weight. It's a lifestyle change. It's getting rid of those bad habits (even though we will slip from time to time) for the most part, and learning how to really take control of our lives. Even though I can't say I'm down 90 pounds right now, I know that I will get back there soon.
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