It's late. I'm tired. But I have to brag. Is it wrong to brag? Isn't that what blogs are for? Don't answer any of those.
I went to my Weight Watcher's meeting tonight. I weighed in. Under my goal! Yee Haw!
I've lost about 4 lbs in two and a half weeks. That included Halloween.
Here's the thing. I am really glad I posted about my struggle. Not for any of you. But for me. Apparently it was the fire I needed under my rear. I nearly quit. I nearly threw in the towel. Had I done that, I would have had to be back at the meetings with 30 lbs to lose, not 4.
I had great incentive to not over do it with the Halloween candy. It was hard. I'm not gonna lie. I was INCREDIBLY sad about my mom this weekend. (Because let's face it: there is NO ONE on the face of the planet who cares how many Milk Duds my kids brought in. But she would have. So I have to silently live with the fact that my kids now have 16 boxes of Milk Duds. And I can't eat them. 'Cuz I gotta weigh in at dang Weight Watchers.) But I digress....
Because of my sadness what I wanted to do was slide up to a vat of Reece's Peanut Butter cups and drown my sorrows. But I had a sheet of paper posted on my fridge that let me know how many points each fun size bar would cost me. Almost every time I decided it wasn't worth it.
I'm still hoping to drop another 3-4 lbs. But for now, I am reveling in my personal victory.
Mostly I wanted to post this to encourage. Whatever you're about to throw the towel in on- don't. It's not worth it. Tomorrow is a new day. Start over. Begin again. Put the hard work in. It's worth it.
And then do it again the next day.
eat a peanut butter cup.