Accountability

My wagon was all over the road this weekend. I had so many moments of utter despair and mindless eating, but I always tried to get back on track as soon as possible.

Today was my day to weigh in.

We have a coupon in our books that we can use to get out of weighing-in. I almost used it, because I knew I had gained weight this week (I have scales at home, of course). Then I decided to be accountable and step up to the plate. I told the receptionist I had a bad week, and to please write down my weight without comment and without telling me how I did.

She said, "What if you didn't gain?"

I said, "I did."

I made it until the end of the meeting, but I had to peek. I gained .2 pounds. Ha. One-fifth of one pound. And I thought I had ruined all my recent success and was ready to chuck the entire program.

Glad I peeked. It's not so bad, and today, I'm riding along quite contentedly, and I'm staying on my program.