I’ve spent the rest of the week trying to recoverfrom such a bad weekend. And I think I have mostly done so. Scale-wise, I definitely have. I was down 1.6 pounds at WeightWatchers, and am down 2 pounds from last Saturday. I have been toning down the portion size that I eat, but I realize now that I need to allow myself to spend a few points for something that I really want… a serving of yams would’ve been fine, for 5 points. But I was trying to deny myself the yams to save points, and that backfired big-time.
Just like always, I’ll get right back on track. As I’ve said many times in the past, the key is in not giving up. As long as one keeps trying, keeps working at it, one will be successful. I’ve learned what happens when one continues to fight, and what happens when one gives up. I’ve done both. To remind myself of that, I have the following written on my bathroom mirror. I see this every morning and every night:
Don’t give up, and never forget.
As long as I keep on fighting, and remember what happens when I stop being vigilant, I will be okay.
Without screaming. I think I can even see some muscle growth, but that may just be wishful thinking. It’s hard to tell when I flex like Arnold in front of the bathroom mirrorevery morning. Maybe I should only do that once a week
