So, yesterday. Let’s just talk about that.
I tucked my tail between my legs. I walked in. I admitted defeat. And I was met with open arms and all the support in the world.
What am I talking about? Well going back to Weight Watcher meetings of course!
I really did feel like a failure when I walked through those doors. Like I was admitting defeat.
But then I realized this. And how true it is. I’m not a failure because I’m doing this again. I’m succeeding because I’m not willing to give up. I will get the weight back off. I will be happy with myself again.
And actually I took a lot out of the meeting last night. I used to hate going to the WW meetings. They were “a waste of time” and “I already know how to do this” type of thing. Last night, it was the same – I do know how to do this. I know how to handle a stressful situation and what works for me – but that being said, what works for me is why I’m going back to WW meetings in the first place. The stress eating, the wine nights with the ladies to decompress after a long day, the “grab & go” food (which is usually pizza). It’s why I had to go back. So really, do I know how to do this?
They also talked about finding an anchor. Something that means something to you to help keep you focused when things get crazy.
Mine is a picture. It was already the screen saver picture on my phone. It makes me smile whenever I look at it. Its a picture of myself and Mr. Chocolate. Back when I was thinner. We’re both smiling, happy. I was happy with the way I looked and felt. That picture. That’s my anchor. That’s where I want to get back to.
I want to be that happy confident woman he met & fell in love with. Not just for him, but even more for myself.