Tomorrow morning I’m going back to Weight Watchers. I’ll be standing in line fidgeting, kicking off my shoes, and trying to discern my weight watcher workers face as she views my number on the screen.
It’s a new start. I’m not going to continue from my old weigh-in book, even though it would show a loss from my all-time high. Yes, I lost 20 lbs after my divorce; that was over 9 months ago. I can’t keep riding on those laurels and expect to magically enjoy shopping again or just suddenly feel more comfortable in my own skin. I have around 80 lbs to lose. That’s not going to happen on it’s on.
So I’ll go and weigh in. Sit and listen. Then go to the gym to try Zumba for the first time. Then go to the grocery store to stock up on healthy food and drinks and make sure I don’t have “I have nothing to eat” as an excuse for going out and hitting a drive thru.
If at first you don’t succeed, dust yourself off and try again. I’m going to try again.
“In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility.”