Day 227 - 224: Fair Weather Friend

I've been hiding. I hate that, but it's true. I got so fed up with no progress, no weight loss for what seemed like FOREVER, I gave up a little. I didn't eat any pasta, but I did eat way too much for several days in a row. I worked out, but only two days a week. It wasn't a swan dive off of the wagon, but here's the deal: with me, it never is. It begins as a trickle of negativity, feet dangling off the back. Then, over the course of...a month? Three? Eight? A year, even? Every time, I've found myself growing roots in the couch, pounding down bags of pasta at a time.

I can't tell this time will be different. Oh, how I want to. I want to smile my drill team smile and pat your arm and say,"No way. No way do I fail again. You see, I'm fixed, now. CURED!!! Hallelujah!"

That's not my reality. The best thing I can do, right now, is not to be a fair weather friend to my life changes and my progress. My journey deserves a light and a voice, when I want to shout from the mountaintops, but even more when all I can do is rage, or cry out, or curl up and whimper.

My journey is up a brambled, wild path that only allows the next step to be seen. It cuts, it pulls, it attracts stinging insects to distract me from the journey.

My all-weather friends, don't ask me about the mountaintop above. I don't live in the victory. Help me stay on the path today, in the brambles. We can pick blackberries together while you're here...

Breakfast - 6 Buffalo Wild Wings with blue cheese
Lunch - bruschetta chicken sandwich, protein-style, from Red Robin
Dinner - grilled salmon and steamed broccoli from Chili's (feelin' oogy at the moment - hope nothing's coming back to visit)

Exercise - I have a nasty little toe wound from a confrontation with a baseboard that I, clearly, lost. So, barefoot workout today: 40 minutes of the BW Booty Shake, then another 40 minutes of Just Dance. Sweat my ass off, and I'm sure my plantar fascia will have something to say tomorrow.