I Need Meetings

I walked into the Weight Watchers office yesterday. Nervous as hell. Embarrassed because I'd left 10 months ago at 10 pounds away from my goal (140) and returned 40 pounds heavier. I have told many people not to be embarrassed about returning, yet here I was feeling the same exact way.

The first words my leader, Melanie (whom I adore and admire), said was, "You are a sight for sore eyes." I just felt like she'd beat me up, though I knew she wouldn't. It was great seeing the people who'd been there when I left. It felt like home.

Some people can do this on their own. Some people need the accountability. Under better circumstances, I could've done it on my own.

I sat through this meeting, and then the orientation. I didn't need the orientation. I know the drill. She mentioned that I'd met with many successes, and we were going for the gold this time (lifetime and a job).

Afterwards, she just kept saying she was so glad to have me back. I felt the same way, yet still embarrassed that I'd allowed myself to get out of control again.

Here's to officially tracking my foods, weekly weigh-ins, and success.