My year long odyssey with Weight Watchers is close to an end--of the year, that is. Last February, I screwed up my courage and tackled my weight without hope I could make much difference--after all, my doctor had forbidden pretty much any type of exercising, and I was taking daily steroids. Slowly but surely, I weaned myself off of the steroids (after 7 years continuous) and with the first 5 pounds I lost, I noticed how much easier my hips would move. Yay! This kept me going, at times more slowly and painfully, but still never giving up. Other people in my meetings group were losing more quickly, and of course people came in, dropped out, and weren't seen again. One guy has lost 85 pounds to date. Very inspiring. I have learned so much in the process, and have become better at counseling others with weight issues or addictions to foods. I have lost down from 212 to 188. When I tipped below 200 for the first time in a number of years, I ran and jumped into bed beside DH and proudly announced it! Then, I tipped below 190. Woo hoo! I continue to challenge myself to become leaner and healthier. The journey continues. Each pound lost is a mini-victory. Each new healthy habit makes it easier.

My current goal is to track my foods daily. I have fallen out of the habit of doing this, and it is the best way of keeping myself accountable to myself. And it really works! 

Oh, and another goal is to learn how to beef up my blog with pictures, etc. Boring right now! I have photos in so many different folders and files that I struggle to find just which one I want. Here's an introspective pose of my daughter. Love those freckles!