It happens to all of us; me included. You spend an entire week being good, eating well, getting exercise, and that Friday morning weight is looking great! Then, the weekend happens, you drink some alcohol, eat some food that’s non-Paleo, and then the Monday morning weigh in is a horror story. This morning, I weighed in the highest I’ve been in as long as I can remember. Horrifically high. I’m still reeling from it.
I don’t regret the weekend or the fun I had. The memories that were made and the good times were worth it all, but now, I have some serious work to do. Again. It’s the feeling I have inside right now that I hate. It’s a bit of fear coupled with regret. The trick is to channel that energy into motivation. This is where, I think, people fall off the wagon and fail.
I could easily slip into sadness, depression, and regret, but I won’t allow it. I know that the big picture is much more important, and that there will be times when my weight is up and there will be times when it gets back down to a normal spot. It’s easy to give up. It’s easy to surrender. It’s hard to keep fighting, to keep going, to get back up when you’ve fallen down.
I’m not ready to give up. I’m not ready to allow myself to get overweight again. I’m not going to wallow in self-pity and eat more. I am going to do just the opposite; I’m going to eat right, I’m going to run a little farther tonight, and I’m going to keep sticking to the plan. I may even forego my after dinner cookies this week. I’m going to do whatever it takes to get back down into my happy zone.
My health matters to me. It’s one of the most important things in my life. Without it, everything else is in jeopardy. I can’t allow this to slip. Neither can you.