In an attempt both to make myself a healthier self and to stand in solidarity with my on-the-way-to-smoke-free mom, I have jumped back on the WW bicycle. Both mom and I survived day one, mom down to a third of her normal inhale intake, and me having not once stopped by Tracy’s room (or anywhere, for that matter) for junkfood. If we are cranky, we are succeeding, so cheer us on, dammit!