There is one week each month when my body is out of wack. I feel 20 lbs heavier than I am and I feel like I look like a truck ran me over. I know that once this week passes, I will be fine. I will feel better and will not be so hard on myself. But I feel guilty this particular month.
What is making this particular month even more challenging is that I have been eating out at restaurants a lot lately. Since my birthday was last week, several restaurants sent me great coupons to use around my birthday and because D and I can't pass up a good deal; we of course have to try to use them all. Which means that I am really struggling to stay on target with my weight watchers points and because it is a certain week out of the month, I am feeling like I put on that extra 20 lbs that I have worked so hard to lose since January.
This journey is hard. But so worth it. I have to keep reminding myself that it is just that. A journey.
There is no race to finish. It is not about how fast I get there. It is about the experience and the journey and what I learn along the way. And I will have set backs and I will get back on track...
But in the mean time; it is so damn hard.