Weigh-In

I have a love/hate relationship with my weigh-ins, which is why I haven't weighed in for a week. 

Today after work, I decided to go to the mall after work instead of going home. I knew if I went home, I wouldn't make it back to the weigh-in/meeting. Why I thought going to the mall two weeks before Christmas was a good idea, I'll never know. It was a nightmare. My emotional triggers were all there. The crowds. The couples. The clothes. All I wanted to do when I left was drive the 3 seconds to Mc Donald's drive-thru and down as much Dr. Pepper, fries, and hamburgers I could until I couldn't fit anything else in my body. But when I got to my car, I couldn't do it. I just sat in my car. I then decided to see if I could make it to a Weight Watcher's meeting. It was 5:50pm and the meeting started at 6pm. I told myself that if I could get there by 5:58pm I would go in. I hate being late because then everyone looks at you (or so I think they do- but they don't). I pulled in at 5:57pm. 

I was dreading walking in. I know that I haven't had the best of weeks sticking with my healthy choices, especially with parties and holiday festivities. But I weighed in and lost. I am now down 7.8 pounds. I am 3 pounds away from my 10% goal. Super excited. I felt like this was the extra push to get back on track. :)