Did I lose my two pounds this week? Nope. I’m not happy about that.
At the same time, though, I know I didn’t work hard enough this week. I didn’t make it to the gym often enough. I ate too much and consumed some of the wrong foods. Three consecutive nights, I got up and ate 400 calories or more after
going to bed. I knew there would be consequences from all of that behavior.
I did it anyway.
I accept what happened. In a strange way, I’m almost gratified by it. I did wrong. I paid the price. It’s fair. If I’d hopped on the scale this morning and found that I’d lost three pounds, I’d probably continue to make bad decisions. It wouldn’t have been a wake-up call.
Now I know I need to work out more often. I need to make better food choices. I need to skip those late night snacks or find better snack alternatives.
I’m not giving up. I’m not going to hate on myself, either.
I’ll try to do better this week.