As many of you have suspected, this fat girl fell off the wagon. I can't believe it has been almost 2 months since I last blogged. Granted, I haven't been going crazy. There have been stretches where I have been eating healthy and exercising, but there have also been times where I've gone through McDonalds and ordered 2 hot fudge sundaes because they're just so small. There have been times when I've eaten half a pizza. There have been times when I've eaten a 20 count Timbits for breakfast. Yes, I am ashamed; but I can't change the past. All I can do is move forward.
This morning, I climbed back on the scale. The ugly truth? From my lowest weight during this journey, I am up 15 pounds. My gut instinct? Curl up in a ball of depression with a pint of Ben and Jerry's. What am I going to do instead? Dust myself off, climb back on that horse, and ride my heart out!
This morning . . .
- Instead of keeping my head in the sand, I got back on the scale and faced what I had done!
- Instead of running to McDonalds or Wendy's, I packed myself a healthy lunch which required me to even go out into the garden in the rain!
- Instead of grabbing a box of Timbits, I made my protein shake!
- Instead of running through Burger King for an Orange Sprite Zero (still no Diet Coke, but I've been lying to myself and drinking Sprite Zero), I filled my glass up with water!