I wrote a couple of weeks ago about being bad. Last week I was supposed to get back on track, but I didn’t, I was worse, and this time I actually don’t regret it. Now I feel great!
The beers I deserved back then were again deserved, and this time we went out and spent an evening at a nice pub, and then ate the pizzas and the other naughtyness. I was disappointed that I was destroying that week’s progress, but honestly I really needed the break. Cutting loose (to a limited degree) felt really good and in the morning I didn’t regret it, in fact, the following day I did it again!
I watched with a mixture of horror and amusement, as my weight rose by nearly half a stone (7lbs) by the end of #faturday. It’s remarkable how quickly you can undo progress!
I committed to getting back on track this week, and I’ve already shed the weight I gained. In fact, as it’s only Wednesday, I’ve still got time to hit the 3.5st weight loss goal that’s been just out of reach for the past few weeks.
I’m writing about this, because it’s good to remind myself that it only takes a few small wins to really feel the momentum return. Bouncing back from a low period doesn’t take a lot if you really embrace every high moment.