I’m one of those folks who has been on/off a diet her whole life. Yes, I’ve done them all.
Last year, my husband and I did have good success with Weight Watchers. We attended the weekly meetings (aka “Date Night“). We worked out at the gym Monday through Friday. We grocery shopped together, filling the cart with veggies and fruits. And I wrote down everything we ate.
But then “life” hit us. My closest cousin died. Hubby’s Mom was diagnosed with cancer. My son flunked out of college. Hubby’s job told him to relocate out-of-state. We have to fix and sell the house. Yesterday. (Hemorrhaging money, anyone?)
Many days I find myself, with spoon in hand, staring at the bottom of the bowl, not remembering putting the cereal and milk in there, and not remembering that I ate it. Ditto…
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