My Measuring Stick

For so long I was obsessed with the scale, and the tape measure, and anything that would tell me I had made progress in my weight loss.  I lived for the days that my pants would be so loose that … Continue reading

That Number Scares Me

Confession: I haven’t been to a Weight Watchers meeting since 2 January when I went with my mom…the depression just sucked me into bed every Saturday morning when I normally would have been out of the house by 7:30AM.  And … Continue reading