All day I had been nervous about going to my meeting. It’s normal. A woman of my age just can’t keep losing weight like this. I know eventually the day will come when I weigh in and haven’t lost an ounce. It’s just the way it goes.
So I went about my day telling myself that it was okay, and that if the worst happened and I didn’t lose anything, it didn’t matter. This isn’t a diet, this is a change in the way I am going to live my life, the way I cook my food and the portions that I eat.
I guess you could say that I had been giving myself a pep talk all day, so when I finished dinner and cleared the dishes, I put on my coat, kissed Hubby good-bye and bravely drove to my Weight Watchers meeting.
I was the first person to weigh in. I hopped up on the scale and closed my eyes.
“Well?” I asked.
“Oh I don’t have the scale turned on. Hop off and I’ll turn it on”.
So I did and again closed my eyes. (and held my breath!)
“Wow you did really good!” she said.
“How good?” I asked weakly.
“2.4 pounds!!!“
Relief flooded through me as I sat down to put my shoe and boot/cast back on my feet. I went and took a seat in the front row and spoke to other people who came to the meeting.
I felt good. I felt a part of the group for the first time, and tonight I will sleep well knowing that this program, this change in my life, really is working!






