Onderland and Twoferville
Tuesday, February 19, 2019
Well, over the weekend I found my way to Onederland. I really don't want to say I found my way there.... I worked really hard to get there! and just like that in a day, I am back in Twoferville.
Last night I ate two pieces of pepperoni pizza and a piece of crazy bread. I found two additional pounds on the scale and myself back where I was hoping not to revisit! Now when I think of it.... those two pieces of pizza and that breadstick did not weight two pounds... so how the heck did that happen? I know how it happened.... carbs, fats, sodium, water retention. Ugh.
I want to beat myself up. My mind says "you failed girl" "you should have said no" "you will never finish this journey" "give up now and eat pizza" I was so sad to see that number. I was hoping the scale would have allowed me to cheat and flashed the same number as yesterday... or even a slightly bigger number... but two pounds? Really?
But after a moment, I could think things through. This isn't a race. Sometimes in life you stop a bit or take a step backwards. That doesn't mean you will never move forward again. It's ok. That wee little voice said "it's ok to eat pizza once in a while, just don't do it every day", then a little stronger voice said "at least you didn't binge on the pizza" and then another little voice chimed in "you're not done yet, time to move on, let's go".
So today, I am fired up! I turned that bus around from Twoferville and pointed it back in the direction of Onederland. Hope that maybe it will be the next stop!