Consider this a preemptive post. It’s been a month since my last Weight Watcher’s meeting, and a month preceded the previous one. In other words, I’ve been slack going to meetings. That’s not such a bad thing, except it means I’ve been slack in actually moving to lose weight. Without the accountability of the scale, it seems, I’m hopeless.

I didn’t do much in the way of workouts over the Christmas holiday, and much as I intended to while I was in San Francisco, I instead ended up falling into my typical pattern when on business travel at a conference — spending my downtime in the hotel and generally not eating healthy.

Last night at the gym I stepped on the scale, afraid of what I’d see. It wasn’t bad — maybe two pounds since my last weighing. I’m hitting the gym after pool league tonight and then in the morning on the way to work. I may be able to get this into a loss.

But if I don’t, well, now you know why. :)