Let me start with the number: 238. Given that it is January 25th, my expected weight is 232, following a two pounds per week plan and following a 234 reading last week. Now I am moving in the wrong direction. I get it. I’ve had some emotional relapses. I’ve eaten more meat than I should be eating in a month in a week, I haven’t worked out at all. If you put it all together, I absolutely deserve the reading I earned.
So, the work begins anew.
My life is series of attempts, fails, restarts, and successes. I don’t win much, and that makes the wins feel all the better. I am one of those people who wishes he could go back in time and clean up a bunch of things personally. I cannot do that. All I can do is try to be the best me tomorrow, and be the best version of myself for myself and for the people I care about around me. I have not done that this past week. For the past week and a half I have engaged in epic failure. I need to acknowledge that, own it, and analyze it in order to move forward and be better.
So, I failed. What happens next?
I gotta come up with a more rigid plan. I need to realize what works and figure the intrinsic and extrinsic motivations required to follow through with the plan. Above all else, I need to feel like I am moving forward and being successful at this. It felt good to move forward. Moving backwards sucks.