You know you are a fatty when all it takes for you to fall off the WW wagon is your hubby whispering “Cold Stone” in your ear. *But* the important thing is that I’m back, right? *And* I happened to get some kind of 24 hour bug last week that I can most likely credit for the fact that I somehow still lost some weight during my lazy exodus while still eating chocolate like it was going extinct.

The best part? My husband got jealous of some good friends of ours this weekend, after seeing their success from the last few months of their counting points. He came home and finally agreed to seriously count points and follow the program with me. Exactly the support I need! Their wedding is in October, and we are in the wedding party and don’t particularly want to be the ones ruining their pictures.

He also agreed to let me sign up online for the WW tools and recipes, and he said he will buy me the cheap treadmill I’ve been eying at Walmart next week if I will really use it.

I’m actually motivated, woot!