Slitting my wrists vertically
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.
Considering this is my fourth time on WW, I so know how you feel. It does get daunting to know that you have to stay with it the rest of your life, but I can think if bigger sacrifices, you know? I'm so jealous that H is going with you!!!! You're going to do great though, and I'm glad you are doing it now rather than later when you are up the creek!
Unknown said... March 16, 2009 at 12:50 PM
Hang in there! Yay that you and your husband are doing this together! Extra support is always nice!!!
KK @ Running Through Life said... March 17, 2009 at 10:06 AM
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