Fell Off the Wagon...

Well, there's no "falling" to it, I blew the wheels right off that puppy!! I have good reasons, er, excuses though! We went to New Orleans, who can eat right there, right??? It was my birthday, everyone deserves to cheat a little, right??? Then I had a horrible realization come crashing down on me. Last year, on September 11, 2006, I joined Weight Watchers. Tomorrow it will be one year. Even by conservative estimates, I should be down 52 pounds, right? They say you can lose about a pound a week, and I was, so I should be an average of 52 pounds lighter than this time last year. Sadly, that is not the case. I'm down about 4. So, not only did I keep the original 12 pounds off that I HAD lost, I gained 8 of them back. I was so depressed when I realized that. I hope that will give me the motivation I need to realize, slow and steady wins this race. I may get discouraged when a month goes by and I only have lost 2 or 3 pounds, but this time next year, if I was down 50 pounds (give or take a pound) I would be ECSTATIC!! I would be putting on my skimpiest dress to go have dinner with my husband on my birthday, and not standing in my closet in a panic when he said to dress up and wonder which of my knit capri pants and t-shirts are the most "dressy"!!

So, I'm calling a do-over. I still want to do this on my own, not join WW again, or do the South Beach Diet, or any other diet fad. It all boils down to eat less, move more. It sounds so easy.