Weekly weigh-in: 201.3
Total loss: -91.2
After last week’s weigh-in gain, one commenter took me to task for playing the “helpless victim” as events seemed to conspire to make me stray from my path.
It was just one of them weeks that hit you square between the eyes every so often. A week where no matter what your intentions, you seem to slip and slide, stagger and stumble.
A week like that might certainly have been enough to throw me completely off my game in the bad ol’ days. Might’ve made me think that losing weight and getting fit simply wasn’t in the cards for me.
That was then, this is now.
Now during even my busiest, most off-kilter weeks, I figure out a way to carve out time for exercise in some form or fashion. Now when I find myself in a situation where I eat and drink more than I should, I recognize it for what it is: an anomaly, an aberration, an exception to the rule.
Some weeks there will be a special celebratory dinner.
Some weeks there will be uncommon events at work.
Some weeks it will be next to impossible to work out like we want.
Very rarely (we hope), all those things will happen during the same week.
I am no victim (even if I do seem to bawl like a little baby from time to time).
I am an active and willing participant in the ongoing improvement of my body, my psyche, myself.
Watch this space; I am definitely still under construction.