This morning I went to my Weight Watchers meeting, and that's what I weighed today.
This is up from 175, which is what I weighed on December 19th, the last time I went to a meeting. In fact, I haven't weighed this much since Halloween.
But you know what? It feels great.
Because I honestly felt as though I'd gained not three pounds back, but 15. I feel seedy, all flabby and just generally icky.
It must be because I haven't been working at AT ALL. I haven't been to the gym since we all moved back into the house on December 5th. I don't have that I'm-made-of-Silly-Putty rubbery, bouncy, firm feeling you get when you're using your muscles to do something other than drink wine and eat cheese and crackers.
Still, it felt good to face the music. Especially because things weren't as bad as I imagined they'd be.
And so to help myself get back on track, I bought a WW magazine as I left the meeting, and a Shape at the supermarket (where I stocked up on broccoli, Clementines, shrimp, and Skinny Cows, OK?) I plan to steep myself in motivational literature. And start tracking my points again. And re-lose those three pounds.
As God is my witness, I'm going to get under 174 pounds. Even if I have to bore the internet into a coma.