I know I've been in to the sodium this week. I know I've been sporadic at best with my exercise this month. I know that for every perfectly OP day I've had, I had 5 or 6 that I've blown it late in the evening (when I should have been on the TM.) I know I wasn't giving it my all or really trying my best most days.
But today was the day of truth. Yes. I weighed in.

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I guess underneath it all, I had myself believing that I was really being "good enough" to lose a few, like 3 to 5 pounds during January. Not so my friends, not so.
So today I 'got a new religion' as they say. I journaled. I had my first 40 oz of water well before noon. I spent 23 minutes on the TM and am headed back for my evening round as soon as I'm done here.
When I first started and lost the first 30 pounds, I did it (as I've said before) with the conviction that I could do ANYthing for 14 days. This time I'm starting with 28. I can do anything for the next 28 days, but I'm just going to focus on today. I can do ANY thing today. I can stay OP, and greet my pillow tonight with the satisfaction of knowing that I did a good job of it.
I know I can't do this, at least right now, without journaling. So I will journal.
I know I can't burn fat
and build muscle without exercise. So I will exercise.
I know that the simplest, easiest, most painless thing I can do for my body is to drink more water. So I will drink water.
I have 115 - no, 114 days left - until I want to be wearing an 18, or better yet, a 16. (Heavens - a 16. When was the last time one of those slid over my ample and curvacious cheeks!?) I have 114 days to lose as much as I reasonably can. Until I have to face the evil women ...and smile. So what did I do? I cheated on myself, I totally slacked the whole month of January. Just
flushed 30 days down the tubes. I deserve a spankin'!
On the bright side

cuz there IS always one of those, I didn't flush 45 days. I bet I have a jump on actual weight loss because 10 days ago I was 4 pounds lower than today, and I know there's that sodium thing going on. Oh, yeah, and there's Zelma's full moon messing about. Let's face it, I know I can do better in the first WEEK of February than I did in the whole MONTH of January. So come my next WI, on February 28th, I know I'll be a happier, prouder chick than I am today.
Rant over.
Happy Gopher's Day. Or whatever.