MIA or AWOL or some other military term

Not sure which I would use to describe my serious lack of WW journalling, exercising, or posting here.

We had Mr. SB's nephew here for 2 weeks, which means I wasn't on plan. For some reason, I have a very difficult time admitting to people that I'm "on a diet". Like if I tell them, they'll all of a sudden realize that I'm fat? Like they were clueless about it before? GAH.

So, I'm dragging Mr. SB and I back onto the wagon, kicking and screaming. I will strap us to this damn thing if I have to. But damn, it's so hard. I think about all the things I could be eating, and about not having to portion out my food, etc. I had been back on the wagon for about 2 weeks before G came, and lost 3 pounds over those 2 weeks. The result of the 2 weeks off was a gain of about 2.2. Not terrible I guess.

What I keep beating myself up over is the fact that my reunion is 3 weeks away, and I'm nowhere near where I wanted to be. It honestly makes me want to cry. I think of everyone judging me, and I don't want to go, even though I spearheaded the whole thing. But I just fear that they won't see anything else I've accomplished in the last 10 years; instead, they'll judge me by what I look like, just like they always did. Mr. SB keeps trying to talk me out of the funk, but it doesn't really work.

However, I have a new timeline goal to work towards. It's my parents' 40th anniversary the first weekend in November, and we're going to get family pictures done. I want to be significantly smaller than I am now, for posterity's sake.

So, there you go. That's what I've been doing (or not, I guess).