Falling down

This week, despite working my ass off, I lost no weight. I know why this happened, its because I fell down on my eating.

I've discovered that losing weight - at least for me - is like a complicated (possibly Vulcan) chess game. Just when I think I'm getting ahead, I make a stupid move, or my body decides that its just happy with this work out routine/diet/whatever, and BLAMO - no weight loss.

This time, its all on me. I worked out hard, and then blew it right out of the water by eating badly for a couple of days. It drove home a very important lesson for me. I'm not "dieting". I'm changing the way I live my life, and a part of that is changing the way I eat. I fell back into an old eating pattern, and have rather quickly realized just why I stopped eating that way.

So, I fell down. I got up, dusted off, and I'm going to keep on the path that I've started down. Just gotta mind those potholes and step around them.