I’ve completely fallen off my diet plan. I buried my face in a bag of chips right before this blog as a sort of sad nod to the relapse. In truth, I have fully relapsed. I have been eating deserts far too often and the other morning I had pancakes. Once in a while the sweet, syrup-slathered bread circles might be alright, but I think they helped push me back towards failure.
I gained two pounds over the last two days. In contrast I’d been losing a pound a week prior to relapse. This is a two week setback and reflective of how easy it can be to lose your way in anything and everything. This is a setback and not a failure. Still, I recognize how easy it can be to fail. I realize that there are only so many setbacks a person gets in life before they cannot do it any longer.
I haven’t failed at this or at writing yet. I have failures in my past and perhaps in my future as well, but I get to chose where I am willing to fail. I’m not willing to fail at this.