August has not exactly been a stellar month for me. I started out with the best of intentions, though! I was going to track my food, stay within my calorie range, and exercise every day. I was going to beat the plateau and get this weight loss going again!
Well, it didn't happen the way I'd planned. Oh, the first few days were pretty good, but then everything went wrong. I had a backache that wouldn't quit...it lasted for days and days. I had migraines a couple of times. I had an attack of GERD. And generally speaking, I just didn't feel very good. I felt completely worn out!
Due to the backache, I wasn't able to workout the way I wanted to. I used it as an excuse to avoid working out completely, and I used it as an excuse to comfort myself with food. I could tell that I was starting to gain weight, but I told myself it was okay. I convinced myself that it wasn't noticeable, and that I'd be able to get back on track soon.
The wake up call came last night, when hubby said "It looks like you have put on a few pounds." He said it in the most loving way, and I'm not mad that he said it. I'm glad he did! It was just what I needed to hear.
So after three weeks of not putting forth any effort to be my own hero, I am reaping the dubious rewards. I'm a few pounds heavier. My clothes are a little tight. My stamina has decreased. I'm not feeling very motivated. But you know what? I may be down, but I'm not out! I may have taken a few steps backwards, but that doesn't mean I can't start moving forward again.
Today, I am starting over again, and I'm starting right where I am. I'm allowing myself to be a beginner! I will take it one day at a time, and ease my way back into working out. I will allow myself to build up my strength and stamina again. I will do my best to eat as healthy as I possibly can. I will be my own hero by saving myself from myself...again!