The Struggle is REAL....

I've heard people say, "If you say it, it makes things worse!" For example, if you say you're on a winning streak, odds are you'll lose your next game, or you say it's a beautiful day, and then it starts raining. In my case, it's, "If you say the struggle is real, it'll make it even harder." Well, bring it on! "THE STRUGGLE IS REAL'" There. I even yelled it so the people sitting in the cheap seats can hear. 

I had a rough weekend, starting Thursday. At my weigh-in I gained 2.2 back last week. I was really bummed. So much to the fact, I didn't go to the gym on my way home from the Weight Watcher meeting. On Friday, I had all intention of going, but we went to a concert that night, where I drank a couple of mixed drinks and ate some Mexican food. I saved my points so I could eat out, but after the concert, we went home instead of working out. 

I had another strike on Saturday. I told myself to work out after work, but yet again, I ended up sitting on my butt watching a football game. I tracked my food like I was supposed to, but I ended up eating a high point lunch, because the place where I normally get a low point lunch was not serving lunch yet. So far I batted 3-for-3! Sunday, I sat around playing a video game while waiting on the NASCAR finale to come on. After sitting in a chair most of the day, I laid in bed and watched the race. I ended up eating a 12 inch sub with mayonaise for dinner. 

After doing so well for 12 weeks, my brain and body reverted back to my old ways after a dissapointment!  It's like my brain shut down and said, "All I got for you this weekend is a pocketful of Nope!" Why do the neuralizers in my brain sit there and act like it's watching a 125 car cattle train that is going down the track? It just wants to sit and watch while other things are happening around me! I've talked about looking for a magical switch that just turns things off. I think I found it again! I have found myself wanting my old cravings, and wanting to just sit again, all in the last week! 

I know part of me is upset by the gain, but there's another part of me that is getting frustrated. It wants to just scream and shout, " If I'm going to try and lose weight and eat healthy all the time, but instead I gain weight, so what's the point?" I'm not giving up by any means, but that little kid inside me is starting to scream, " I WANT IT NOW!" 

I am far from down and out. I just got to will myself into doing this. I'm at that point where its going to be a fight. I must push myself. Not only am I letting down others if I stop, but I'm letting myself too! The good news is, after the race ended Sunday I did get up and go to the gym late. I worked out for an hour and a half too. So, I'm not broken yet, I'm just a little dinged up.