So I was all set to throw myself a pity party. I have been VERY lazy when it comes to my Weight Watchers program. I haven’t tracked in about a month, I haven’t lifted a finger in the way of exercise, and my free time has been spent vegging out feeling sorry for myself. My weight has barely budged since starting this blog and my goal of “taking back my inner pin-up” is farther away than I ever wanted. Needless to say I have been very disappointed in myself. What’s worse is that I feel (in a narcissistic way) that I have let down people in my life with my lack of “commitment.” That’s a more painful feeling than acknowledging my lack of willpower.
So I dragged myself downstairs to the cafeteria all ready to grab a “feel sorry for myself” meal when something magical happened. A mysterious voice called over from the salad bar. I followed this strange but familiar voice over to the salad bar and gazed at all the gorgeous, fresh-cut veggies…and I got excited. For some reason the beautiful radishes, carrots, bell peppers and tomatoes caused my mind to flutter and yell out “yum!” I grabbed the largest bowl I could find and piled it as high as I could with as many colorful veggies as the staff would let me have! I thoroughly enjoyed my fresh and flavorful meal. That “familiar” voice was my inner pin-up letting me know she’s still around. I feel a bit motivated now to cancel my pity party and jump back on the band wagon.

Liz