Every day, I promise myself tomorrow. More tomorrows have flown by through weeks and months than I can even keep track of.
And I still haven’t done what it is that I do, a couple times a year. Without success, might I add.
Join Weight Watchers. Again.
So today. I dropped my son contentedly off at Kindergarten, where he was excitedly placing his birthday invitations into each of his fellow students class mailboxes.
I said goodbye and I hurried out to my car.
And drove myself, without even consciously thinking, over to the Weight Watchers building where, for the second time in a little over a year, I signed up.
I promised myself, as I held my breath while I waited for my credit card to be approved, that this time it’s going to be different.
This time. I will succeed.
I have no excuses anymore. (Except for that damn Halloween candy)
There is no reason why I can’t do this. Sadly, this time I have more weight to lose than last time. But that’s neither here nor there.
I have a treadmill so there is absolutely not one excuse for me to not work out.
I’m tired of ignoring myself in the mirror. My quitting smoking excuse. Is getting old.
I have determination. Today, at least.
Baby steps, right? One day at a time.
And today is the first day. With my baby step leading me to ignore the Halloween candy which, I SWEAR, is calling out for me to come and eat it. Can’t you hear it? Melissa! Melissa! I’m a Twix bite size. Come eat me. Mwahahaha.
I’ll just keep walking on my treadmill, my Slacker app on the Duran Duran station playing loudly into the earbuds.
Haha Halloween candy. I can’t hear you.
Hopefully my kids will eat the rest of that candy before I have a chance to give in to the temptation.
But just like quitting smoking. I won’t stop trying until I succeed. And if I can quit smoking, you’d think losing weight would be a piece of cake.
Without the cake, of course.
(Wait, how many points are in a piece of cake?)