I’m frustrated, but not with the scale – with myself. Last week, I don’t know what got into me, but whatever it was beat out the two great runs I had over the weekend. I just ate and ate and ate. Probably, I’m lucky it was only a half-pound gain.
This week marks the true beginning of fall for me, and that means back to POINTs counting. I’m going to try and commit to going to WW once a month from here on in, since I’m lifetime, that should be all I need to do. I’ve got high hopes that I can see at least a little bit of a change this fall. If I can just manage to get down to maybe 170 or 175, I think I’d be thrilled to pieces. Slow and steady, right?