okay, the skies are blue and the temperatures are cool. As you can see in my previous post, I have a husband who not only has a good sense of humor, but also makes the bed. So what do I have to complain about?
nothing that I didn’t bring on myself.
Do you remember a few weeks ago I went to that away horse show with D#2? Do you also remember that I fell off of my WW wagon while at the show? Truth be told, I kind of hopped down from the wagon, falling off implies it was unintentional.
What you may not know is that I did not climb back on the WW wagon until last night. I have been spending these past weeks not on WW. Not worrying about what I ate or drank. I kept telling myself that it had only been a few weeks (I thought it was three) and how bad could it be? That I would soon be back on track.
Well, the scale and my WW card tell a different story. It has been FIVE weeks and I gained 10 pounds. TEN. I deserve every single one of them. but still. shit.
ps. please don’t leave me “you can do it” comments. I KNOW I can do it. I just don’t want to. How about “get off your fat ass” comments? or if you don’t want to be that harsh you could say dimpled rump.