I made a statement the other day that I've gotten so far off the Weight Watchers wagon, that I don't even know where the wagon is anymore. I can't really explain what happened; I don't know if I just got bored, complacent or what, but it can't go on. I haven't weighed in since 9.20, that's 6 weeks tomorrow. Unacceptable. But, I'm going in tomorrow no matter the outcome. I'm fully expecting to have gained about 15 pounds. Hopefully it won't be that bad, but I certainly won't be surprised if it is. It seems that when I'm off plan I start looking for things to eat that are "bad". It's like, "well, I've already screwed up, I might as well really go for it." Not the right mentality to have at all.
So, tomorrow is a brand new day. The first day on the next leg of my journey. Now, if my driver could bring my wagon 'round & have it waiting for me in the morning... that would be great!
ps.... I have Halloween pics that I hope to post tomorrow.