If you are expecting to read another uplifting post about my weight loss journey, you can stop reading right here. No, really. Today I am not my normal inspirational self. Today will be my official whine post and for those not interested in hearing me whine, I will wait a few seconds for you to leave the blog. (For everyone else, hum the jeopardy song here)
Prior to rejoining Weight Watchers a few weeks ago, I was 3 pounds shy of losing 20 pounds. 3 pounds shy! Lately, it seems that I have truly been "watching the weight" and not in the way that I'm supposed to. :( Now, before the curious naysayers get their trigger finger close to the keyboard, back up and put the finger down. I AM NOT BLAMING Weight Watchers, my leader or anyone else other than my brain, my tongue, and my hand. Weight Watchers is a great program and if you follow it, it works. If you "sorta" follow the plan, you "sorta" get results. If you wing it (like I THOUGHT I was doing), you shouldn't be shocked when the weight decides to stick around.
Occasionally, we all fail or fall down. Falling down is not a problem. Staying down is. Tomorrow I will share the series of untimely events between my brain, my tongue, and my hand.
Nancy Johnson





