As expected, I broke the 230 barrier after my four-day trip to Chicago. Expecting the inevitable doesn't actually equate to accepting the inevitable. I was still somewhat crushed to see that number even though I told myself I wasn't going to care and made no attempt to even pretend to be good in the Windy City.
And, I wasn't. I ate all of my favorites and it was good. And today, I wake up with renewed optimism that really has no grounds based on my recent trending. But, I really still do believe.
My biggest goal for this next month is to get back to a point where I am proud of my accomplishment again. Right now, people still tell me congrats and that I look great. But, I no longer believe it or feel it. Plus, I can't afford a new wardrobe...
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