This is not going to be about where I’ve been for the last couple months. It’s not going to be about how terrible I’ve felt, or how many bad days and weeks I’ve had. Yesterday felt heavy and unsure. This morning I realized it doesn’t matter what yesterday was, or the days before that. What matters is what I do today.
I spent one hour on the treadmill, and 45 minutes of that was spent running at various inclines. I fixed a delicious bowl of oatmeal with banana, a few dried cranberries, some walnuts, and a sprinkle of cinnamon.
I don’t know why I thought I could lose over 100 pounds and never have a major setback. I don’t know why I thought I could have spent most of my life over eating and not ever fall back into that pattern. What I do know is that there’s no giving up. Every day is a chance to reaffirm my quest for health and my ideal weight.
