Some people go to college and gain the dreaded “Freshman 15.” Not me. I’m already college-educated so I can get that shit knocked out in one short summer. Boo. Ya. (Ok, so technically, not quite 15, but close enough to slide into a nice warm bath of guilt and failure) In truth, I was giving myself permission to temporarily fail. I just didn’t expect to be such a fucking over-achiever.
Including tonight, I have only been to 3 WW meetings since June. Since that time, I’ve managed to glob 13.0 pounds onto my ass and other cellulite-enhanced locations. However, I’m genuinely surprised with how at peace I am with it. I credit most of the self-accepting mo-jo to knowledge that I’m on a journey and if I didnt’ screw up, I wouldn’t learn as much. I also know that blogland is a wonderfully accepting place for being perfectly imperfect. Finally, it’s motivating to know that today, I’ve been totally on program. It makes it MUCH easier to face the sad sad music of Gain: The Musical when I know that today – being the only day I can control right now – I’ve made great choices.
So that’s where I’m at. Up 13 pounds. My weight loss has dwindled from a 52.9 pound loss to only 39.8. And honest and truly? It’s all good.
I had a craving. And tonight’s meeting really hit the spot.
I started my blog after my ass had stopped shrinking and I thought it would 
I went on my first real diet over winter break of my freshman year of college. I lost 20 pounds the next semester in 10 weeks. I gained it all back and more. That was the beginning of my yo-yo years. Sigh.
And I will admit that I also weigh more at the end of the damn summer than I did at the beginning. I am kicking myself.
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