|Time to rise from the ashes|
I know as a long-time healthy living blogger what I'm supposed to write next is that I love myself at any size and embrace the changes in life knowing that I'm doing the best for my body.
But this is my blog and that sentiment does not resonate with me.
This number defines me. Haunts me. Depresses me immensely.
|New me is saucy|
So I rejoined Weight Watchers. It's worked for me in the past in that it gives me concrete rules to follow and a system of accountability. I get 26 points per day, 49 flex points per week and can earn activity points for running.
The first goal WW gives you is to lose 10 percent of your body weight. Personally, I'd like to be down to 138 by New Year's Eve. It'll be my first NYE hitting the town and I'd like to buy something cute to wear for the occasion. I don't think it's out of reach - back in the day, I lost four pounds the first week I started dieting, and that was long before I was running on top of cutting back on beer and chocolate and froyo.
So here's to new beginning and losing some baggage in the form of weight, guilt and the past.