I may have mentioned it once or twice but I have, ahem, put on a few pounds over the years.  And I spent a lot of that time in denial and hoping that if I just didn’t change anything, the weight would magically disappear.

Apparently, it doesn’t work that way.  Who knew, right?

The extra weight sucks for all the normal reasons that extra weight sucks.  But being unhealthy has also got to impact my migraines, depression, anxiety, etc, etc, etc.  I like to pretend that it doesn’t so I can stay in denial about my weight but I really need to admit that it does.

Right before Christmas, a new friend planted the seed to try Weight Watchers.  Again.  I have been on Weight Watchers twice before.

The first time, I did awesome.  Lost bunches of weight and kept it off until I got pregnant.

The second time, not so much.  I half-assed it and did not lose half my ass.

So when my friend mentioned she had started, I went back and forth for about a day, then signed up.  I’m a bit impulsive like that.

So I did great over the holidays up until our winter vacation.  Then I put on some pounds in one week that took two weeks to get off.  But I did get them off.

Funny thing about this program.  If you follow it, then it works.  If you don’t, then it doesn’t.  Duh, right?

In my quest to accept that I am not perfect, I must accept that I will follow the program most of the time and sometimes I will cheat.  It is the way I am.

But I WILL keep going.  I WILL lose the weight.  I WILL be successful over the long haul.

It is a marathon, not a sprint.  Slow and steady will win the race.

I am the tortoise.