Weekly Meeting

We, me and two other girls from my old Saturday meeting, went to a meeting in a neighboring town as they closed our Saturday one. We were welcomed with open arms and I kind of love the leader. This week was a bad week. Not that a pound isn't great, just this week old habits tried dearly to rekindle a romance I am trying to leave behind.

From my 43Things.com account: Man, this week kicked! I was dreading getting on the scale. I am also pretty sick today, I almost let that keep me home. In the end I was like, "I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!" Real dramatic in my head. I drug myself up, cleaned my car and went to the meeting to find out that on a wretched week, with little control I smacked a pound in the face, packed her sh*t and made her move out! I feel pretty great right about now.