I went to my first official Weight Watchers meeting in a month. I've been doing okay, but life interfered with getting in there on Saturday morning. I've been up and down a little - there is something about going to those meetings that keeps me a thousand times more accountible than without. I had popped up a bit last week, but back down as of this morning. I am exactly where I was two weeks ago on my home scale (my super awesome new decade), so I'm pretty excited to have it officially posted in my WW tracker.
And once I hit 10 pounds (hopefully next week), baby gets a new pair of shoes.
Nike Free trainers. With pink swooshes, duh.
And now we're going to Whipt to buy cupcakes. Because losing weight requires baked goods.