For the past several days I have had a fun size pack of M&Ms in my pocket. I know it is there. It was a treat from Little Goat's Christmas stocking and I brought it for incentive for good behavior (read: bribery) at a recent outing. He calls them M's. Every time I put on my coat I remember that it is there and I think about those little M's. And for some reason, instead of thinking of the candy coated chocolate, I think of this cartoon.
I consider this progress.
Tomorrow is my second weigh in at Weight Watchers. I'm less confident this week. Don't get me wrong, I've met nearly every goal this week. I have remaining weekly points left. I went to the gym twice (though I wanted to go 4 times but the sick child won out). I was within 3 points of my daily amount each day. (more often just under).
Still, I haven't noticed the immediate changes as I did last week. Or I don't think so. Sometimes I think I do, but 1-2 lbs on a 300+ frame are hard to notice. So once more I go into tomorrow with uncertainty in my head. But I also go into tomorrow's meeting with M's in my pocket....reminding me of how far I've come.
One of these days I will need something to lure compliance from my headstrong toddler and I will give them up, but I am confident that I won't be the one eating them. Instead they remind me of the choices I have and the choices I will continue to make.
No longer M's but W's...so long as I don't eat them. Weight Watchers for the Win....er I mean the loss (hopefully!)