I went to Weight Watchers this morning with the expectation that I would end up showing a gain instead of a loss. To my surprise, I lost 1 pound! WOOHOO! I was so incredibly elated that I felt as though I were floating on a pound. To some, this may seem like just “one pound” but to me it’s one less step to go in my weight loss journey!

All in all, I have lost 8 pounds so far. I feel pretty darn good!

A woman at the same meeting had reached her goal. She practically bounced up to the stage and her excitement and feeling of self-achievement washed over the rest of us in the room. She was an inspiration for sure. She told her story and I had goose bumps up and down my arm. Because I realized that by sticking with Weight Watchers, I too would have a story of my own to tell a couple of years down the road.

I’m being a turtle this time around. Meaning, I am making small changes rather than large ones. I don’t care if it takes me 10 years to lose this weight, I *WILL* change my life for the better. I *CAN* do this.

I have decided that when I get to my goal weight, I want to take a trip to Vegas with husb (or go on a cruise). With the way things seem to be going, I may reach that goal sooner rather than later.

Perhaps I should think about making a reservation at the Riviera hotel for 2 years from now.