Last week, I walked. I walked a lot. Generally my friend and I end up walking 6+ miles a day, but in addition to that, there were 2 days where I clocked 15 & 19 miles. 
I also ate a lot. Mom made Sour Cream Twists. How dare she accommodate my request for the cookies! The NERVE of some people. Damn they were good. And I allowed myself to accept the fact that I was OK if I gained this week. The cookies are worth it.
I think this is part of what is helping me to be successful this time around with Weight Watchers. I am being honest with myself and tracking what I eat (most of the time) and I am being realistic that there are some things that are going to be worth the (temporary!) gain.
The other thing that I have realized, and may have already mentioned, is that one meal does not a fat ass make. One meal, while may be a caloric garbage dump, doesn’t mean that the whole week is a bust. That’s just crazy talk! Throwing the baby out with the bathwater, so they say!
There is a woman at WW with whom I (and others) get very frustrated. She, if memory serves, has lost 78 pound. What a feat! Something that should provide a great sense of pride. She is just so negative. Her day is as efficient as possible. She only does life-or-death activities, she has no way that she can make time to exercise more or better. She also talks about cheating the system. It’s tough. What I realized is most frustrating is that she doesn’t see how much she’s accomplished. I hope that my pointing it out (which then elicited a round of supportive applause for her by the rest of the group) helped her see…it’s all about support…
My emotional support this week (in addition to the normal group of merry Lisa makers) was in the form of a lovely pastry. While it could have been a dysfunctional relationship, it wasn’t as destructive as others I have had (I shall leave names out…), I still managed to lose a pound.
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