Wagon Faller-Offer

I am a wagon faller-offer. I feel like I'm in a constant cycle of climbing back up, starting again, slipping off, completely derailing myself, sitting in the mud feeling sorry for myself and then starting the whole business over again.
This week I have not touched my treadmill once. Well, that's a lie. I touched it... I turned the power off and put the key up high because I had kids playing in the basement. I went for a good walk with the boys, but once the once. This week has gone by in a blur and yet I don't think we were crazy over-busy like we sometimes get. I don't even have a little excuse for why I haven't done anything. And then on top of that we've eaten McGross, ordered delicious greasy pizza last night and I've eaten TWO bags of gluten-free cookies all to myself.

 

So this last week is a wash. My little whiney inner voice is pouting and stomping her feet. Should I let it get the better of me? Should I look at the scale, see how it's crept up, and then eat the rest of that pizza because I feel sorry for myself? Yes! NO! Today is as good as any other day TO START AGAIN. So what if last week sucked. It's done, I can't change it. Time to pull my big girl panties on and just do better. I am capable of making better choices. I am capable of finding the time to exercise. I am capable moving on. And maybe this is a relatively new one... I'm capable of FORGIVING myself. We all slip up. We all make mistakes or impulsive decisions. But I'm not beating myself up for it any longer. I won't let it live in my head and becomes yet another obstacle in my path to health (there are more than enough there already!).