Strength in Numbers

So, is there really strength in numbers or is it really just happy speak for codependency?

I'm finding myself really struggling with the whole weight loss thing. I've been disillusioned with weight loss this summer. I think it's mostly been that I've been so stressed and crazy busy that I haven't had one moment to think about counting Points and I refused to beat myself up about not working out as much. Summer in itself has been a workout.

I'm making excuses, though, and I hate that. In fact, it starts a self-destructive cycle of guilt and self-loathing that just doesn't end. So, I'm going to stop that right now and get on with it.

I'm thinking about going to attend Weight Watchers Meetings with a girlfriend. It is more expensive, which has held me back in the past, but it also forces you to be more accountable, so probably worth every penny. And maybe that's just what I need. It's hard, though, because it feels like admitting defeat to me. Well, just a bit. Maybe it's good to admit that you can't do everything on your own?

I have a feeling that making weigh in and meeting a social outing would be fun, as long as we just didn't get caught up in post weigh-in coffee breaks at the Scandinavian bakery!

I'm just in the thinking stages of this, but I'm leaning towards doing it. I've stalled out, plateaued or whatever the Weight loss word of the week is for becoming stuck in mud or was it Texas sheet cake? No, no, that's not fair. I've just ignored the scale and still tried to be relatively healthy, aside from a week of diving into a donut bag that happened on vacation.

This year is all about getting myself back. For the first time since becoming a mom, I'm starting to see Me again.