Sometimes, a swift kick in the arse is EXACTLY what you need!

So it has been a little while since I have done a blog and an even longer one since I have done a WW one. I'm still going, but have been struggling for quite awhile now. I could sit here and say it has been due to this or that but when you come right down to it, any reason I could give for NOT doing what needs to be done would be just an excuse. All this became abundantly clear during a recent conversation (that's a nice way of putting it) between my husband and myself. I don't even remember how it all came about, I just remember me being pissy and saying something about not feeling like I had any support (which really is a big crock of crap) and him calmly telling me that they (him and the kids) do support me. Now since I'm miserable and pissy, the last thing I want is for you to be calm and happy damn it so I said some other stuff which I can not even remember and he replied without a not so calm reply of "Nanc, we DO support you but when was the last time YOU wrote anything down? Weighed/measured out what you were putting on your plate? I can't make you do it or do it for you!"

It was like he bent me over and gave me a good swift kick in the arse with his steel-toed workboot.

He was right! (God I never thought I'd see me type that ever - and if you ever tell him I said it, I will deny it)

You either have to "shit or get off the pot."

In the past, a part of the WW spiel has been about positive self talk and while great in theory, sometimes the "there-thereing" you get from others and even yourself when people are trying to be supportive, really isn't as helpful as a bitchslap to the side of the head and a smarten the F up! And while I'm sure I was pissed off but what my husband said, I knew he was right somewhere deep inside, so decided against killing him in his sleep and hiding the body. (Although I bet I could get a load of activity points dragging him around and digging a hole)

Needless to say, last week was a really good week (each and every day which is something I haven't been able to say for awhile) and when I stepped on the scale Tuesday I was down 2.8 pounds (I'd skipped the week before) bringing my total FINALLY past the 25 pounds marker to a grand total of 26.3 pounds lost!

Hurray for kicks in the arse!