I’m patting myself on the back

I just returned home after spending two weeks and two days in Tulsa helping take care of my brother-in-law who was in the hospital with congestive heart failure.

I was delighted when I stepped on the scales this morning and I weighed one pound less than I did when I left home.

For me, that’s a big accomplishment. Years ago when I helped take care of my mother-in-law during the last three weeks of her life, I gained 15 pounds. That’s five pounds a week for three weeks.

When I’m under stress, my first reaction is to buy Fritos and chocolate. But I was determined to eat healthy. I decided to stick to my Weight Watchers’ program, and I did.

Good job, Joy!


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