I’m pissed off that I have to join this meme. Okok, I don’t HAVE to do anything, but this is the way I feel more accountable for my weight loss or lack thereof.

Let me back up a little and explain.

In January, my husband and I laid out some guidelines about how to lose 15% of our body weight by the beginning of December. I started the year at 161.2 pounds. Between dietary changes and an increasingly active toddler, I dropped down to somewhere around the 146 mark and just knew that I could switch to a maintenance plan, throw in a little more activity and make my goal of 137 pounds by December.

This failed. Miserably. After a few weeks of being on the go and trying to balance what I ate, I realized that, for some reason, my pants didn’t really fit again. For the first time in at least a month, I stepped on the scale. And it told me I weighed 156 pounds.

I went into denial. There was no way I could have gained back that much weight, I must have a system full of water, my hormones must be messing with me, there were a million excuses. So I kept stepping on the scale. And it kept telling me I was 156 pounds. And my pants weren’t fitting well.

Now, I need help. I need the cheerleaders on the interwebz to encourage me throughout the tough holiday season.

Will you be my cheerleader?