Sometimes the first step is the hardest.
Today, for me, it's the scale.
I've stayed active but umm, the food? Not so good. Since Thanksgiving I've lost my willpower. Sweets, nights out, glasses of wine, more sweets. Baking..
Time to regroup. I know, Jan is coming. Why now? Well, as I careen between binging and guilt, I've been all sorts of zen about the scale. But the pants are tight, I'm not happy with how I feel. The carbs have me so jazzed up that sleeping isn't peaceful...
Time to face reality in the form of a number.
I knew (deep down) what the number was that would pop back after a ten second delay. I'm ok with where I am. It has been FAR worse. But, it is still a number that I had hoped I had passed for good, never to return. But I'm okay. I know how to do this. I know that a number does not define me. I know that even at this number I'm okay. I can still run 5 miles at a clip and I'm not the overweight fearful person that I once was...
But it's time to reign it in.
Getting back on the horse.