Playing Hooky

I’m going to fess up in advance.  I’m playing hooky from Weight Watchers tomorrow.  But, it’s not because I don’t want to go, or am afraid of what I might see on the scale when I get there.


I’m going to a children’s literature festival tomorrow (sponsored by the coolest children’s bookstore in Kansas City: The Reading Reptile) and I have to leave early in the morning.  The only other meeting is at 6:30, and I’m not waking up my two-year-old to take her to that.  By the time we’d get there, we’d probably both be in tears.  So, tomorrow I’m taking the day off. 

I’m actually quite proud of myself.  This is the first week that I’ve missed my Weight Watcher’s meeting since the very beginning of the year.  Yea me!  Before, if I was afraid that I’d have a gain, I would likely skip that meeting.

I have this weird condition where I only want to have good news and constant weight loss.  Gains bum me out, so I would try to avoid them if I knew one was coming.  So that meant I missed a lot of Weight Watcher’s meetings. 

I think I’m getting better about this.  I still tend to think in terms of what I’m going to see on the scale on Saturday morning, instead of trying to lose weight for me and just for me.  For example, since I know that I’m not going to be working out tomorrow, it was really tempting today to say that I don’t need to work out tonight.  There’s me focusing on the weigh in, instead of the choice to live a healthy lifestyle.  At least I realized what I was doing, and I’m fully planning on working out today.

So, some progress is being made.  Progress in my thinking at least, if not in all of my actions.