It brings me great sorrow (and a hugely bruised ego and a health dose of embarassment) to realise today that ... I don't have it yet.
I thought that, this time, I was going to have a decent shot at maintenance. But I didn't. On vacation I ate, drank and sat on my duff just like the old me. I haven't changed a darned thing since I got home. Just like in the very beginning, I'm having trouble getting started. I think think think and plan plan plan and eat four pieces of toast with jam and butter ... at night. Manana!
I'm quite surprised by something. I know we tell folks to start slow, baby steps. Work with your food, you can add some walking a little later ... I figured I could just jump back in with both feet. After all, I know what I need to do. I did it everyday up until two weeks ago. Minor stoppage in play, right?
Wrong! If I had it yet, I wouldn't be struggling like this today.


Missed you! There was a point there where I also thought I had it figured out but I'm back up to where I was in December.
You'll get back on track, I know you will.
I guess I feel entitled because I've come a long way and know that at any time, I could lose the rest of it. So why don't I just do it and get it over with?
Welcome to this neck of the woods, I hang around here too, sometimes, well, when I'm not MIA for a couple of weeks
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... Just when I get all smarty pants I realise that I too don't have it just yet
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good for you keep up the great work