Nothing like falling off the face of the earth, huh? I think about posting every day, it just hasn't been happening. At first, it was because I was busy. Then, the weight started to going up because the eating increased. Then, the bingeing. It has been bad. Probably the worst period in quite awhile. And now, as of today, it's been two weeks since I've worked out. I could give plenty of excuses (some valid, some not) but mostly it has just been that I find myself in a serious funk. And it's a self-fulfilling cycle. I eat way too much. Then I don't feel like working out when I"m so full I could vomit at any moment. Then I'm even more mad at myself. Which leads to more eating, and so forth. Got word from the doc today that exercising is off the table for about another week due to some sickness going on, and I'm not feeling real encouraged. Every morning I wake up and tell myself "Today's the day. Back on track." And by about 10 am I am stuffing myself again.
The scale? I have no photographic evidence but today it said 267.9. That's a 10 pound gain in less than 3 weeks. Seriously? Trying so hard to hold on. I have been reading other bloggers who share their stories about just keeping on. Knowing that it's a journey. Trying to remind myself of that today.
This is a journey. I have fallen down. I can get back up. I will get back up.
