I went back to Weight Watchers today.

I haven’t been since June 5. The day before the wedding in Floyd.

I haven’t been because I was scared. Scared because I haven’t been focused at all. Scared because I’ve eaten what I want to eat. I haven’t exercised. Just scared.

And, even though I always go in the afternoon, today I went after work.

The outcome?

I gained. 8/10 of a pound.

Really? Not even a whole pound? I mean, what in the world have I been doing? And I came very close to maintaining?

Yep.

So what does this mean? That I am back. I haven’t done much damage.

And I really want that new iPhone.

I have a date with 30-Day Shred in 45 minutes. And I’m committed to my photo journal at growlinmytummy.com.

And, just for fun, I took a progress picture today. 219.8, but not for long!