On Saturday I went to Weight Watchers for the first time in four months and it was absolutely tragic. Such a crummy reminder that this is something I'm going to have to do for the rest of my life. Not fair, not fair! After I had a pity party for myself I decided I have to just move forward. I'm still far from what I was when I started so I can either get it in control now or be even further up THE creek (you know what creek I mean, the one that is a synonym for poop).
The awesome part of my depressing return to WW is that hubby went with me. He's doing awesome! I have to remind him to use all of his points because he's actually having a hard time doing so. He does get double the amount of points I do so maybe I would have a hard time eating them all if I were him. Last night at dinner, he did kindly offer to give me some but unfortunately it doesn't work that way.