Well I made it through Thanksgiving week and managed to lose a pound. While I wasn't eating terrible, I was definitely doing what felt like indulging to me. I was not going to be concerned though because it was a "special" week. One that was going to come each and every year.
Here's the problem....I still feel like I'm indulging. I just feel like each and every effort to get back on the good path is being troubled with excuses. Excuses I give myself. I'll be fine. I did fine last week. I'll do it again. One pound is great. I can do this again.
I know this is the start of the downward spiral. This is what happens every time. I stray a bit, get a little too comfortable until I have lost my path completely and can't find the bread trail that I left behind....likely because I ate them all.
I don't want that to happen again. It's happened too many times. I WANT this time to be THE LAST TIME. Now is when I need the most strength. This moment is much harder than starting in the beginning. Restarting is the hardest part.
Wish me luck.
This will be the last time.