....Some Explaining To Do

This blog keeps teaching me things about myself that I never knew. I always thought I was someone who was motivated by success. Last week made me realize, however, that I am actually someone who is made lazy by success. When I started this blog I was 212lbs. I didn't necessarily have a poor body image of myself but I knew I didn't feel good in clothes I liked and I always felt tired. At the start of last week I was 178lbs. I am considerably happier and when I go to my closet I am excited to find something to put on. I'm excited that I've worked so hard to shed the pounds and I kept the mentality while I was on vacation that I'd earned the fun I was having and earned straying from my routine. 

Last week I should have been back in full force but I just couldn't find the gumption. I didn't want to leave my house. Every project at work seemed to just keep bashing my head into a wall, and by the time I got home I just couldn't bring myself to do anything but wallow. I wasn't particularly sad or anything I just couldn't get out of the funk. 

Getting a taste of success might be my worst enemy because last week I didn't do anything proactive to keep me on a downward slide. At the end of last week I weighed 176lbs. I'm not sure how I lost the two pounds I did but I know it wasn't something I can replicate. 

This morning I changed my tune and vowed that last week can't happen again anytime soon.. I expect these phases will be as part of my life as french fries. I just can't let them take over my life and make me a chubbers again. 

I walked this morning and I'm on my way home to get in another workout. Not to punish myself but rather to reignite the fire in my belly for how it feels to be sweaty and proud of it. 

I know. Its not profound but its what I've got. Sometimes the battle is just with yourself and last week I kicked my own ass. 

<3Katie
176lbs

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