The Life of Spaguyswife

Hell is paved with good intentions. I made the first step, I went back to Weight Watchers, swallowed my pride (and shame) and hopped back on the scale. I was up 16 lbs. of the original 30 lost. This was it, I was going to do it this month and at least be down 5 to 7 lbs. before the next “walk of doom”.

Reality check and fast forward 30 days. First part of the month was disastrous. Weekdays were good but weekends were filled with great friends, good food and yummy Pitt Lake special coffees and vino. Which basically counteracted all the efforts of Monday to Friday.

Towards the end of the month the weather picked up, I’ve tried to walk the dog a little more and tennis lessons have resumed. I like my food too much to give it all up so I need to move the body more. This past Thursday was d-day. Though I pretty much had been losing and gaining the same four pounds over the course of the past month, I thought for sure I could at least weight in being down a few pounds. NOPE – was up 1/2 a lb.

Though disgruntled I’m still plugging away. Managed a few walks today and a tennis lesson (oh yeah and snack and some wine!). I honestly still need (and more importantly want) to get this weight off but have come to the conclusion that it will come, in time. Some days I’m motivated, others not. As long a I’m healthy, moving and having fun it will all work out in the end. Rod tells me to quit worrying (he’s just happy ’cause the boobs are bigger when I am!) but we all have a goal and this is mine. This too shall come and I will be accountable.