Alright. I admit it. I'm a WW slacker, and all but gave up about two weeks ago. I didn't lose the 60 lbs I wanted to lose right away, so I ditched it for the last two weeks. Who knew that unless I cut off my leg I wouldn't be able to see a significant scale difference in a month?! I was eating much better, working out almost everyday, and getting nada in return. And my old ways returned in full force. Plus they fit me like a glove! Then I remembered that I am on a quest to change mentally, physically, and spiritually so I dropped my fork mid bite and rushed outside to get in a solid hour of exercise. Not really silly! I caught a glimpse of my dry erase board that says my husband will be home in 140 days after downing a java chip frappacino and polishing off a bag of chips, and thought 'Crap!' In the 142 days that he's been gone (YEA- he's now got less days to get home than the number of days he's been gone! We're on the down hill!) I have yet to master a way to drop 80 lbs, keep the house perfectly clean and organized, cook amazing meals in a flash, or teach our one year old any sort of musical instrument, unless of course you count beating on his high chair tray while I'm getting his lunch ready. What a failure I am!
So this morning with head hung low, I trudged into another WW meeting and am putting my best foot forward. I have to get at least one thing on that list done after all!
Lord, give me the strength, because I've grown quite fond of having both legs.
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