Despite overindulgence over the weekend, I was down another 2.2 pounds when I weighed in at Weight Watchers.  I had originally intended to hit the gym afterwards, but I had laundry – so I started that, opened up the treadmill, turned on last week’s ER, and did 45 minutes.  Nothing breeds success like success, they say.

OK, so I get my resolve up to go back to WW.  Shower, dress, hit the road, and it’s not there anymore!  Well, the building is there, but the meetings aren’t.  They’re in a new place, about the same distance away, but in a different direction.  And I can’t make any of their meetings until Tuesday.  What to do, what to do. . .

I did find out something cool, though – once you have an account, you can sign up online for the e-tools, and it includes a new tracking program for your PDA.  I think that’s wonderful, and I want to go for it, but I need to sign up first.  I have to wait.  That makes me want a snack.  Heh. 

We spent all day yesterday packing – picking things up and bending over, carrying things up and down stairs, and I’m going to be really grateful to my Chiropractor tomorrow morning.  Actually, I’m grateful now – he’s done enough work on me that I was >able< to pack and carry and all.  A couple of weeks ago it wouldn’t have been possible.