Ahhhhhhhhhh family

We're all going to Dad's place for the holidays... all the kids, all five of us, our spouses, four grandbabies and three dogs. My dad and step-mom have decided we need to take a "family photo." Oh joy! So, we've all been instructed to wear khaki or tan pants with white or blue shirts. So, basically we're all going to look like we work at the Olive Garden. Not that that's a bad thing... I was a hostess at the OG when I was in high school. However, I hate getting my picture taken. Hate it. Did I say I hate it? I'd rather go to the gyno quite frankly. And to make matters even worse, I weigh more now that I ever have (ok, not quite, but close enough) and I am fighing tooth and nail to get back to sitcking to weight watchers. It is such a tremendous battle for me. I don't know how I did it before and did it so well. I can't remember what motivated me and how I found the will power, but I can't for the life of me get it together now. So, I've got a handful of days to lose more weight than I want to admit and it's not going to happen. Be reasonable....that's what I keep telling myself. Two pounds a week and watch the Biggest Loser every Tuesday. Oy Vey!