I stepped on the scale this morning. (Cue scary Psycho music)
I am not happy. I wasn’t realistic with myself. I allowed myself to hide the truth from myself in an effort to make myself feel better about the poor choices that took place between, well… Halloween and Christmas. I start the holiday season early. I allowed myself to ignore the fact that the pants were a little tighter, or that certain clothes were just more comfortable.
I haven’t gained back all of the weight that I lost last year, but I gained back two-thirds of it. That’s enough to aggravate anybody, and that’s enough to cause me to spring back into action.
So, back to reality.
Back to myself, at my happiest, ten pounds ago.
Follow my journey. I’ll turn 30 on March 17th. (Eeek!) Will I make it by then?
Did your scale do the end of the year climb, too? What are you doing to take care of business?