Monday, August 06, 2012
Wow, when you get blindsided, you get knocked on your ass. A weight loss journey is difficult enough to keep on course without outside factors. Where is that dang bubble for me to live in until I reach my maintenance phase??
I kid, of course. Sort of. My emotions have been out of whack for the past week. Simply put: Shelby doesn't care about what she's eating or that she's not working out according to schedule. I'm working out sporadically. My eating's not the worst, but there is lots of room for improvement.
I know I've gained. The actual amount doesn't matter. What matters is that I need to always remember that ultimately, I am responsible for the level of my success and the crushing blow of my failure. I ate it. A lot of it. I didn't run.
I wear my heart on my sleeve. My emotions sometimes bubble over and I become a freaking girl, the girl I always laughed at. Sometimes things work out. Sometimes they don't. Then, sometimes they do again! That's life in general.
But this is MY life. I am so close to my goal. I can't give up. I won't give up. Come here horsey, it's time for me to climb back on!
(I couldn't find a horse, but this turtle will do for now)