So I went back to WW for -- god, I don't even know, I've lost count of how many times I've "gone back" at this point. But last Wednesday I went back and I am determined to stick with it this time.
Again. I "only" have 25 pounds to lose this time, but still, god, it feels like I'm starting over again.
Anyway. I picked the wrong bloody week to start back up again. My cousin is home from Alberta for the first time in two and a half years, and being Newfoundlanders, everything revolves around food, and I apparently have NO willpower left. Add to that the fact that I am constipated -- sorry for the TMI, but there it is -- and you have not a great first week. My first weigh-in isn't until Wednesday morning, but I *know* I will have gained. I refuse to get on the scale, though, because if I happen to have gained so much as an ounce since I weighed on Wednesday, it'll drag me down for the rest of the week and I'll just get the attitude of "Well, the **** with it, I've already blown it, so I might as well go the rest of the way."