My favorite quote of all time is from the BC comic strip a few years ago on New Year's Day.
"Well look here, another year is knocking on our door. And we'll try not to do the stupid things we did before. And when next year comes a'knocking, we shall pledge to persevere. And try not to repeat the stupid things we'll do this year."
January 1, 2007.
If I don't weight exactly the same or more than I did a year ago today, I'm pretty darn close.
I have excuses from here to high Heaven. Shortly after my last post, my husband lost his job. As long as I concentrate on paying $12 a week, I don't think WW is a bad deal. But when you add it all together, it's almost $50 a month, and I just couldn't justify that with our family struggling.
I could have, should have stayed on the play without the meetings, but I didn't.
We moved= more stress.
Work has been hard, home has been hard. I'm fat and miserable.
This time, though, Hubby has agreed to join me. In fact, it was HIS idea. We're jumping on the beach today. South Beach, that is.
We did it together in 2003--God, was that 4 years ago already?--and both of us lost more than 50 pounds, but promptly gained it all back once we slipped off. (Okay, jumped off, head first, into the jumbo sized tub of chocolate covered cherry ice cream with hot fudge sauce and whipped cream...oops. Yum-o. I mean, gross.)
This morning for breakfast, I had a 1/2 cup of cottage cheese, 10 grape tomatoes, a slice of Canadian bacon, and a small glass of vegetable juice. Right now I'm drinking water. We've opened what will hopefully be the last case of pop to ever enter our house.
It will be better this time. It will work.
It has to.