…hell if I know, I’m not a Star Trek fan!
Dear diary, I have been neglectful in updating you. Please forgive me, it’s been five days since my last confession. Normally, I would have three bloody marys and tithe a $20, however, I’m doing my best to stay away from the booze for a while. So, since I’m broke, we’re both out of luck!
Truth is, I shamefully continued on my fail trend through the weekend. (Stick with me though, by the end of this post there will be success and optimism, I promise!) I had avoided the scales, knowing full well the number there would only make me feel worse.
I told myself that I wasn’t going to “start again”, especially on a Monday.
Guess what I did? I started again on Monday! >.<
I did great! I am back onto logging every single bit of food I ingest and I managed to stay within my calorie goal! I made the decision that if my lazy ass doesn’t want to get out of bed in the morning to hit the gym pre-grind, then I will force myself to go after, which I did. I got to the gym, stepped up on the scale and the numbers said to me “hey heifer, you’re up another 4 freakin’ pounds, BAZING!”
Instead of getting upset, I simply offered the scale a simple one-handed gesture and hopped up on the treadmill. I definitely dislike the fact that the gym is more crowded in the afternoons, but too bad. The deal with myself is, if it’s that important, get up. If not, suffer through the numbers.
Yesterday was great…same eating routine followed by an after-work workout. I realized as I was settling into my Mortal Kombat Annihilation driven groove that it really wasn’t that bad. I could actually enjoy this!
Despite our prior misgivings, I stepped upon the scale once again, and it bowed it’s head in defeat, giving me back three of those pounds I had gained since my last doctor’s visit. Small victory, I know, but it’s definitely incentive to keep on track.
Artist: Jack Kirby Inker: George Klein Letters: Artie Simek