Weighing on my head
In case you haven’t heard by now I’ve jumped on the Weight Watchers band wagon.
This is something I SWORE I’d never do. Never. Never, Ever, Never. Did I say never?
But I did it.
I don’t live for the scale. Never have. In fact, it took me until about three or four years ago to own one. That’s right. I’ve managed to survive life this long without a scale. Don’t ask me how or why I’ve been surviving… just know that my weight has never really been a struggle.
Then I turned 30. And then. I got pregnant. And now? The baby is five. I can’t really claim baby weight anymore (preschool weight maybe?) as my excuse for not dropping the last few pounds.
In fact, I can’t really claim anything as a good excuse. Nothing at all...