So Many Excuses

Volume 2, Day 8

I have to say that I'm a bit ashamed of myself. The last several months of this blog have been wrought with excuses, broken promises and ... did I say excuses? Yes... lots and lots of those.

I feel like crap. I'm dehydrated... full of junk... and in a funk. I put my "skinny jeans" on today and they cried out begging me to go find my "fat pants." I did not. I purposely wore those jeans all day. I was incredibly uncomfortable and, frankly, that was the point. I needed to be reminded that I can't just "wish" the weight away. I also needed to be reminded that old habits will absolutely land me squarely back in those fat pants.

Thanks to Clara and Laurie for forcing me to "keep it real". Many of you tell me how much you appreciate that I'm tranparent. I share the triumphs and the struggles. There's been too much of the struggle of late. That has to change if I plan to be successful.

This past week was a bust. It's over. It's done. I can't go back and change it. Tomorrow is the beginning of a fresh week. I lost two pounds this week. But, I'm not proud of them. All I did was eat less. I really did nothing to improve my health. I got lucky.

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That's the line I've drawn in the sand.

This is what I plan to do Sunday to positively impact my goals.
1. Attend mass.
2. Plan meals and shop for the week.
3. Plan Monday's workout and lay out my clothes.
4. Make a point to go to bed early so that I don't miss that Monday morning... yes... MORNING... workout.

Cheers!
Margaret