Um, you guys, I forgot how hard losing weight was.
I’m not really sure how I forgot. But I did.
All calories matter. Even the candy you brought home from India and shared with the office but ended up eating a lot of. All the extra dips of hummus, the I’ll-just-have-one of’s and especially all the coffees from Starbucks. All calories. All matter.
I think I’ve been living in a world of compliments, because I’ve been seriously slacking on accomplishing any weight loss.
Even before I left for India, I was in a pretty rough spot between two stubborn pounds.
I’ve been relaxing on a web of fear and lies for the last couple of months, telling myself that it’s okay if my progress has slowed.
But last night I went to bed upset with the choices I’ve been making. I haven’t been honoring my voice. The one that knows better. The one that has the power to override all the outside pressures.
And for that, self, I’m sorry.
It’s time again to put myself back in the driver’s seat. Because at the end of the day, I’m the one that has to live with my actions. I will do what’s best for me even if others don’t get it. I will do what’s best for me even if it’s not popular.
I won’t be motivated by fear.
I won’t let fear make me complacent.
I won’t let fear tell me I can’t accomplish my goals.
And I will.