Seven pounds, two ounces.
That’s all I’ve lost.
It’s hard not to be just a little bummed about it. But, why beat myself up over it? That’s seven pounds I didn’t have before. That’s seven pounds in the RIGHT direction. It may not be as much and as fast as others, but I have to quit beating myself up about not being the best at it.
This is hard.
You would think it is easy. Faced with two choices I have proven unable to take the healthy option. I will rationalize the hell out of every situation and possible outcome to eventually get what I want. And that’s the bread. Or the sugar. Or the butter.
But, I am committing to keeping my attitude positive. It’s difficult when I’m not keeping up with everyone else. Or I watch as others triumph only to see myself fail week after week. That type of comparison has no room in my head and I’m going to continue to remind myself that it’s one step at a time. One pound at a time.
It took more than a day to put it on. It will take more than a day to get it off.
This is crunch time and it’s now or never. Stay positive! One bad week (or month) is not enough to stop me this time. I refuse to let the negative thoughts take control of me. One bad choice doesn’t equal an entire day of bad choices. Start now.