A few days ago, I posted about about my hope that my favorite clothes won't fit soon.
This morning, I stepped on the scale and realized that I've gained 4 pounds. Blech.
I was pretty hard on myself this morning, especially since I had intended to get up to exercise this morning and didn't.
It's not that I didn't want to get up this morning. I did want to.
I couldn't. I'd been up too late working on my post about our trip to Washington, DC. I needed the sleep more than I needed the exercise.
There was a point over the weekend when I teetered on the edge. I was ready to go back to my old, comfortable habits.
Those habits may have kept me fat, but they weren't all bad. They made me feel better emotionally, and they were my routine. I did what I wanted to do.
Today, two different colleagues stopped me, at two different times, to tell me that I look great. One apparently discussed it with her students.
People my size don't often hear that they look great (except from doting husbands who would say it no matter what). So hearing it twice in one day was a nudge to get back to the right path.
I'm working on that.
When you know better, you do better.
You've heard me (and Oprah) say that before, and it's true.
I know better now. I owe it to myself – and especially to Gracie – to do better. No more excuses or procrastinating.
Even though I faltered, I'm back. Tomorrow is going to be day one of my new exercise streak.
My New Plan is really my old plan.
- Chart everything I put into my mouth, beginning tomorrow. No more excuses.
- Exercise intensely every other day or more, as I'm able.
I'm back on the wagon. Expect a big weight loss next week.
No more excuses.
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