Was up a little this morning. Not surprised -- it was probably just the four Dare Simple Pleasures I ate to calm my stomach before weigh-in.
This morning I felt so rotten that even Hubby suggested I stay home. I told him that I could go and just weigh in and leave if I wanted to, so he nodded. I got there and decided to just take it minute-by-minute, and I'm glad I stayed. I get so much out of those meetings -- I can't even begin to describe it.
There is never a week when no one gets a sticker or a ribbon. There is always success, even if it's not me on the receiving end. The fact that I am there to witness it is a success in its own right.
Things will get moving again soon. I feel differently than all the times I quit before. This feels like a set-back, not a sad ending. This is temporary.
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