Wagons, Ho!

This past week was kind of a write-off.

I had good intentions. Really, I did. It was just one of those weeks where life said "What goals? I don't think so, Missy!!" aaaand proceeded to dump Easter candy in my lap.

Not to mention put sweet little old ladies in my life who make full ham dinners followed by cake with boiled icing (yes, you, Grammy...)

Anyhoo...it's been a struggle to say the least. To top it all off, I had to miss my meeting on Tuesday night due to a course we were taking in the city. boo. Mind you, I was scared to step on the scale either way.

I felt like Garfield the Cat in his comics when he steps on the scale and it says some nasty comment to him about his weight, asking the other cat to please step off the scale, etc etc...I'm starting to have nightmares.

So, this week I'm trying to grab that weight-loss bull by his horns and get back on track.
I'm learning that sometimes we do fall off the wagon. And then proceed to be run over by all the other wagon's we've fallen off as well.

I gave up on tracking my points last week. This week I'm tracking everything that goes past these lips. As well, I have a date with my gym shoes in the morning. We're going to get sweaty together (have fun with THOSE mental images!)

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to dust off my Weight Watchers travel pack and go...I've got a wagon to catch.