I mentioned earlier this week that I suffered a set back with being sick and not being able to work out. Blech. The scale is still totally my enemy. It is totally unfair that you can do all the right things and the damned thing refuses to budge. I have to keep the faith and continue on course - something good is bound to happen!
Last night I wanted a drink. I felt bad about the weight thing, it was nice out and I just wanted to feel happy for a little bit. Immediately a glass of wine on the back porch came to mind. But I had a little voice in the back of my head that told me that if I had one glass of wine it would likely lead to two, three, the bottle. And then it would affect my mood, would keep me from eating well, would keep me from working out, and worst of all it would make me ashamed of myself in the morning.
But I still wanted a drink.
I bargained with myself (I am very good at this..). I told myself that I could have a drink if I wanted one but only after I ran 3 miles (did I mention it was a beautiful day). I went home, changed into running clothes and hit the sidewalk. After about a mile the thought of having a drink had totally disappeared.
So last night as I was writing in my journal (yes a journal AND a blog...)I realized how proud I was of myself for making the right choice.
Another step forward, dear readers (despite what the fucking scale says...)
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yea!!
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