When we got home I continued to eat pretty much whatever I felt like. I turned off my alarm and slept late every morning. I sat on the couch and watched television each night after work. All week long I knew I would face the scale on Friday.
This morning the dread music was playing in my head as I walked across the parking lot to my Weight Watcher meeting. I considered not weighing in but I decided I needed to face the numbers on the scale. So I stepped up on that scale and faced the music.
Up 3.2 pounds. I enjoyed this past week. And now I'm ready to get back at it. Onward...
1 comment:
Not bad, could have been worse!
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