Well, it's true. Monday of this week, I ate a sweet potato pie. I had every intention to share with my family or coworkers but then succumbed to the desire to stuff my emotions down my throat (Can you relate?). Of course, and as expected, I felt sick and got a headache as a result. I'm telling you this for a reason though...
I didn't step foot in the gym for the entire month of September. Granted, I was ill for two weeks..but I was also quite lazy. Not only was it $33 down the drain (for my gym membership) but it was time wasted. I considered canceling my membership, questioned if folks at the gym would judge me when I suddenly reappeared, made up excuses that I would use in case anyone inquired about my whereabouts (note that no one at my gym knows me or my name...and most staff members only muster an occasional "have a good workout"), and constantly asked myself how I would feel if I wore a size 24 forever.
The point is...this journey isn't perfect. I made it back to the gym and burned 551 calories the first day. I hope to make it to a group fitness or cycling class with my sister this weekend.
When I said that I'm in this for the long haul, I meant it..and I hope my month off the wagon encourages some of you.

I'm not encouraging ANYONE to eat a pie or skip the gym..but if you do...it's not the end of the world. Love yourself anyway.



