Going back to the basics, some days, is the only way I can get through them. When I don't want to eat right, I don't want to exercise, and I don't want to be disciplined. I'm tired, I'm over it & I want to eat what I want to eat. These are the days when I have to put my head down and place one foot in front of the other. I get the exercise done, but it's not with passion or fervour. It's done one step at a time; one minute at a time. I take one meal at a time making sure I monitor the calories very closely. I don't let myself think about the next meal or snack. I take it one step at a time.
It amazes me how some weeks I'm all over it. Passionate about my weight loss. Determined to win the war. Then there are weeks like this one, where I don't want to do the work. I'm simply tired. I want to be done with the journey, knowing full well the journey is for the rest of my life. At this point I'm very aware that this too shall pass and until it does, I think I can. . . I think I can.
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