Weight Watchers was positive again...

As most of you know, at least those of you who are regular readers of my blog, I've been in a Weight Watcher's slump. Week after week I'd gain 0.6 or lose 0.6, without fail. I had really been beating myself up about it. Finally last night I lost more than 0.6.

I lost 1.0 pounds.

Such a small victory, but seeing as how I spent last weekend at my mother-in-law's sixty birthday at a vineyard up in Cleveland, I had honestly thought this weigh-in would be bad. In fact, I got on the scale with a complete grimace upon my face and then told the person weighing me in to 'shut up!' when she told me I was a loser.

This has, quite honestly, given me a renewed sense of hope.

I can do it.

I WILL do it.