we were at the mister's parent's house. i did SO well the first few days, really. then i just gradually lost my resolve, started feeling sorry for myself when i was eating a whimpy salad and everyone else was gorging on lasagna and pie. and pity parties lead to emotional eating.
i will say, in my favor, that my overeating was nowhere near as awful as it would have been pre-WW. the other negative contributing factor was that it was all snowy and icky up there, and whenever i tried to go for a jog or a walk around the neighborhood, i either slipped and fell on ice, or was frozen through and through within minutes. so the working out wasn't so much there. and by "wasn't so much there" i mean "didn't happen at all"
but, this is life. it was one week out of five months, and i can move on. jump right back in there and get back to success. i certainly haven't failed...maybe just a pause? yes. that's what it was. a pause.
so i'm back on track- facing the facts of the scale in a few days, scheduling my next session with my trainer, and counting points till the cows come home.
long live weight watchers!!





