Weight Watcher’s Redux

It helped that L. with her warm smile and vibrant colors waved me over to the scale. Pealing off layer after layer I slipped my boots off and stepped gingerly on the scale.
Sparing L. tales of my holiday eating sprees I awaited the verdict. Up .8. Not bad but my competitive spirit was dashed as I thought I stayed the same or even lost a bit.

What warmed me most about the meeting was the community of folks assembled around our incredible leader.It felt good to know that I belong and will continue on the journey.



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