Those who know me know that this was a stressful summer.
I had seven people living at my house at one point - that's a lot. My youngest was getting ready to go off to college, my oldest was spending his last summer with us (he's getting married next June). Plus there were health issues with a family member.
I was stressed. Something had to give, or I might have cracked.
What gave was Weight Watchers.
I've been on Weight Watchers since October. In July, I'd lost 40 pounds. Not a small thing.
But I quit going to meetings. I quit counting points (in Weight Watchers, food has points). I didn't go hog wild - for example, I didn't consume a whole cheesecake in one sitting - but I wasn't being as rigid as I was.
Last week, I started back. I started counting points again.
Last night, I went back to my first meeting in 8 weeks. I only stayed long enough to weigh in and see how bad the damage was.
Fortuantely, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. In 8 weeks, I'd gained 3.8 pounds.
Next week, I'll stay for the meeting.
One step at a time.