Let's just get this over with. I weighed in this morning, and, if I'm reading that scale at the gym correctly, there was no change.
None. Nada. Zip.
Which means that I'm maintaining, which is good. I mean, that's what I said I'd be happy with, right? Right?
I haven't been to the gym in two days, because Jason's been in Memphis and I can't very well leave a seven-year-old at home alone. But I was back in there today, hoofing it on the treadmill, and getting back into the groove.
I'm in this thing for the long haul, and if it means that I never break 140, well, then, so be it. I guess I need to start taking my measurements, so that I'm not so freaked out by the number on the scale each week.
Now, I'm contemplating what the best way is to tell my Weight Watchers leader that I'm taking a bit of a hiatus from coming to the meetings. Partly because of the environment I grew up in, I have a SEVERE anxiety about telling people things that might mean they aren't happy with me.
(Yes, I know she isn't going to fly off the handle like some people I know, but still - I don't like to have people possibly not like me! I have issues!)