Wednesday evening, my friend Tracy came in town to spend the weekend with us, so I knew that Wednesday through Sunday would be a bust. That was ok, because I planned for it. I know that this is not a derailment for me, it's a lifestyle, so tomorrow, I just get back on the treadmill after work, as usual, and I'll be back on schedule. I'll also be weighing in in the morning, and I have to say that, although I don't expect a thing in the change department, it feels good to be getting back into a routine. It feels even better to not be weighed down by guilt because I didn't exercise every single day this week, or because I didn't eat perfectly. A little goes a long way at this stage of the game, and I did make steps...not just on my short term goals, but also on my long-term independence from this God-awful addiction I have. And that feels great.
