Sunday, April 21, 2013
Tuesday morning rolls around and I jump out of bed and hit the scales. It is what I have done for 17 months now and its second nature. Since I hit a plateau it hasn't been that much fun. But, I do have the blessing of perspective and know that it may look like magic that morning but it's really about the whole week and how I have handled the pressures of life, love and the pursuit of happiness. If I exercise like a crazy women it shows, if I drink my water, write down my food and generally keep it together, it shows. If I have had some indiscretions, it shows. But, this isn't a sprint, this is a marathon. The one that in the end I choose to win.