FINALLY bit the bullet

and made it to my first Weight Watchers meeting. Man. That was needed. I couldn't put it off anymore.

And even though I about cried when I read my weight, I realized I have to love the body I am in right here, right now. I can't think of this in the general sense of what I will look like when it is all said and done. I have to marvel in who I am right at this very moment. No more "I'm fat" or "I have a fat a**" or any other nasty mean comment I could make about myself. Because that is only self-destructive and mean and gross and yucky. Bleah.

So here I go....