There are forces at work against the tiny me inside. No, really, there are. (Okay, maybe the only REAL force is me but there's no need to get technical here
) First, my gym shut down for a week due to "water outage". HELLO! Do they not know that they are a part of my accountability chain? Forget the water, I'll bring my own. JUST LET ME ON THE FLIPPIN' TREADMILL!! Then, I got a stomach virus. I spent four whole days of my life flat on my back in bed. Then, my family went camping before Easter weekend while my son was on spring break. Anyone who can pass up s'mores, a hot dog made over a campfire and lowcountry boil (that's a mix of sweet corn, potatoes, sausage, shrimp and blue crab for those of you who don't know) is truly my hero. And to top it all off, I COULD NOT lay off the Easter candy. Don't ask me why. I've got alot of food issues but chocolate isn't one of them. I think I wanted it because I figured I had already tossed my health plan out the window so why not have three packs of fruit snacks, a twix, some skittles and eight shortbread cookies. (But who's counting?
) Clearly, I've back tracked a bit.
When I first sat down to write this, I was wholly prepared to beat myself up a bit but then I realized, I'm not on a diet. I'm changing my life. I'm changing my eating habits. I made a vow to start being good to my body to make sure I live a long, active life...not just so I could fit into size 6 pants. (Though, admittedly, the pants are a BEAUTIFUL bonus.) The bottom line of it is that I'm not going to go the next seventy years without corn or potatoes or shortbread cookies or even twix. The difference is, I am now aware of the changes those foods take my body through and I FEEL different when I eat them. So I could have my two weeks throwing calorie counting out of the window and getting in my exercise by crabbing at the lake and, yes, eating sugar, and not feel like I've fallen off the wagon and can't get back on. The day we got back from our camping trip, I went right back to 1500 calories per day and an hour and a half workout, and, guess what? I'll be doing the same today. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day.
At first, I decided I wasn't going to weigh myself for a few days so that I didn't shock myself into tears, but I've gotten past that now. Actually, I'm a little eager to see it. Maybe knowing how two weeks of negligence can derail two months of solid progress will make the next "slip" a bit shorter.
So this is a great big
to anyone who is afraid to face the scale after a few moments (or weeks
) of weakness. It's okay. Just start over again. If this is truly a LIFELONG change, you have to accept that your journey won't be without potholes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get in my hour and a half for today.
Make today a day of no regrets, guys!!!