I think I've gained 2 or 3 pounds since the 16th of December. That day I had counted on working out during lunch, but upon finding my nano out of juice, decided to skip it. Approximately one hour later I threw my back out moving from a seated to standing position and for the next 4 days was essentially immobile. Luckily I had enough food at home to insure I wouldn't starve. There was nachos and casseroles, cookies and plenty of chocolat, and then there were the 2 Christmas dinners I had to attend.
Today I went to the doctor for my back and faced music on the scale. The running joke in all of my dad's email correspondences is that he's going to start his diet next week. He's got type II diabetes and recently nearly died as a result of an untreated strep throat turning into a raging blood infection. I do believe it was his lifelong disconnection to his body that almost killed him. I'm not my dad, but I'm hardly a pillar of health. So today I signed up for Weight Watchers for the 3rd time in my life. The first time was when I was about 10 and my mother made me start going to meetings. That didn't go very well. The second time was earlier this year where I lost a couple of pounds before I decided that I wasn't getting my $16.95 a month's worth. So, maybe the 3rd time is the charm. Maybe I'll at least lose the Arctic Blast weight.