It's been awhile since I've tracked things with my weight and workouts. I've been dealing with my marine leaving on a deployment, and since it is his first deployment, I had no idea how it would go. Well...this is how it went. Three months of pity parties; making excuses to eat bad food. Turning to food for comfort. I undid about half what I accomplished the year before. I knew I was avoiding looking at the damage: I moved, couldn't find my scale, I'll start next week, ect. So many excuses.
Well, last night had I no more excuses. Last night I bit the bullet, dragged out my scale, and measured myself. After I ate a whole plate of Chinese food. 206. I swore to myself I would never break 200 again! But 206 was there, staring me in the face. And you know what I did?
I thanked myself for realizing and stopping this vicious cycle before it got to be too late. I never had that voice in my head that was ever mean to myself. If I can't love myself, who will? Forgive yourself, but now really work on consisitancy and discipline. If my marine can do it, so can I. Thinking back to all that food I consumed for comfort, all of it seemed very mediocre when I compared it to the idea of me standing on the scale looking at a smaller number then 206.
The thing is, I know I'll have more set backs in the future. This will not be the first one, this will be the first of many. But I"m not going to let set backs control me or get in my head. I just need to keep doing what works. Tracking my food and running/heavy weight lifting.
And this morning the number read 202.