WW Wednesday

Or, "Why I'm Glad I Stepped on the Scale Today"

This past week hasn't been easy.
Yes, yes, we can all agree that in the grand scheme of things, my "complications" of life aren't a drop in the bucket for millions and millions of people.
I get that.
I really do.

Moving on.

I've been in the house a lot lately.

And I might have turned to a candybar or twelve in the last week in a blind sugar addiction gone out of control moment of weakness.

I had a good excuse not to go to WW today.  Both children were home with me and besides, I knew I had gained.  I didn't get much sleep last night, either.

I wasn't going to go.  Last night and this morning I ate like I wasn't going to go.  I didn't eat a LOT, but I didn't eat with my meeting in mind, that's for sure.

But this morning it kept nagging at me.

GO.

Just GO.

YOU MUST FACE IT.  YOU CAN HANDLE IT.

GO.

So I went, fully expecting a BIG gain.  (well, as big a gain as you can have over one week)
You know what, though?  It wasn't that bad at all.  Perfectly manageable.  Far better than I expected, in fact.

I walked in with the kids, weighed, and left -- we didn't stay for the meeting.

But I WENT.  I faced my reality.

So you see, if I hadn't put on my big girl panties and stepped on that scale, I would have been completely convinced that I had gained several obnoxious, sugar-filled pounds. Then I would've had to try hard not to beat myself up over it, probably sabotaging the upcoming week's efforts.

So now you know "Why I'm Glad I Stepped on the Scale Today."
(Is that where the period goes?)


**Jana Hicks of A Bunch of Hicks took these photos of BigBoy when he was 3? months old. Sweet, aren't they?