Cue the confetti, and raise your glasses! I’ve survived one year on Weight Watchers. I’m two days early, but I wanted to get this post out of the way and move on. While I’m proud of my accomplishment, I don’t much feel like celebrating. I feel like moving on and kicking ass in the next year.
Please forgive the rambling, the bed head (the chiropractor was going to mess up my hair anyway), and my crazy Gollum eyes.
There are so many people who’ve inspired me along the way. Here are some of them:
I’m so grateful for everyone who’s offered advice, support, or a kick in the ass over the past year. It’s been wonderful going through this with all of you.