Starting over. Again. It's Monday. Last nite, in the fog of my sunday nite sleepiness I declared to Dear Hubby:
"The sugar detox starts tomorrow."
"WHAT?! I didn't get any notice."
"Not your problem. You can still eat whatever. The only one who is responsible for what passes these lips is me."
And so it begins, again. I'm coming off an emotionally trying week. A lot of things happened that I didn't handle very well and most of all, I'm mad at myself. I left my emotional swings get the best of me, and I turned to the thing that never fails me.
The slide in my discipline has been a long time coming. I'll be the first to raise my hand and say that when I was running long and hard in Wisconsin, I realized that I could pretty much eat whatever I wanted and maintain my weight loss.
Fast forward to not running long or terribly hard in Arizona and the lbs started to creep back on.
In the last 2 weeks, I've only run 4 times. I wish I could say that was due to my demanding cross training schedule.
I'm burned. I've fallen back into my old habits and I'm nursing my psyche. Even worse, I have enough self awareness to know exactly what I'm doing and I still can't control myself.
So, it is Monday. I haven't weighed in because I can't face the number. But what I can do is say, that this week, I will do better than last. I'm cutting out the sugar. I'm going to get in at least 3 runs. It isn't heroic, or even tough... its just what I can commit to right now.