Shortly, I’ll be heading to my second weigh-in and meeting at Weight Watches. I’m very nervous. I’m wearing the exact same outfit I wore last week (words of wisdom from Jamie!). I refuse to beat myself up (anymore than I already have up until this point) only reflect what I could have done better and the small adjustments I can make this week. Times like these I wish I didn’t throw out my old weigh-in cards so I could see how much I lost in the first week of my last time(s). Frankly, I’m hoping for even the slightest drop…a sign that this is possible. I need a truckload of hope to get me through the next bathing suit filled months.
Wish me luck :)