I've been having a rough go in the weight loss game lately. I've been trying to lose, I really have - tracking every day, going to the gym, doing what I think are the right things. What I'm doing isn't working. I've been losing and gaining the same two pounds for weeks.
This, my friends, is discouraging. There are days I just don't care anymore. I just want to eat what I want, do what I want. I don't care if I gain weight. I just don't care. I feel like I'm just going through the motions, just doing what I know I should do, only to achieve the same mediocre results.
Today I feel different. Today I woke up with new hope. I don't know why and I'm not sure how long it'll last, but it's here right now. It's enough for today. I feel like I've been set on fire again, like the path has been lit up, and I can navigate my way back down the old cobblestone road I've been down a million times.
I got up earlier than usual, sat down with coffee, made a healthy balanced breakfast for my husband and I, packed a healthy lunch, planned a healthy balanced dinner, and got myself to my weight lifting class in the crazy snow storm out there.
Today's a good day. A first step.
Tomorrow I'm going for step number two.
