200

I was not a happy camper this morning. I stepped on the scale, hoping for something positive, and was struck with pure scale evil.

200 pounds

Seriously, how in the hell have I let this happen again? Once I got into the 100’s, I swore to myself (as many of us do), that I would never allow myself to let the scale get that high ever, ever again. Yet, here I am staring straight into de ja vu’ and the big 200. Unacceptable. Frustrating. Depressing.

I let myself be a baby about it and sulk this morning and then this afternoon I put my big-girl pants on again and told myself the truth: there is no one to blame but myself for this number.  I quit working out regularly. I ate at McDonalds several times over the past few months. I continue eating too much, too often, and too late in the evenings.  It’s up to me to change my life and no one else can do it for me.

So, with head held high, I am going to get back on the bandwagon and renew my goals to get myself in shape to ensure I reach my goal weight.  It can be done, I know it can.  I just need to believe in myself that I can do it.