The Football Fumbles
Reading the scale this morning was not a pretty sight. There was some reversion to old eating habits over Thanksgiving, two cases of insomnia in which I convinced myself the extra food (the carbs and sugar) would help knock me out which helped put on more pounds that I saw on the scale a week earlier. Yes I was pissed at myself for letting this happen. Wondering if I went to the gym and spent more time on the treadmill if I prevented the gain. By the way, I do get OCD at times. Still fuming on the way to work, I told myself to think of the lifestyle change as a football game and the quarterback fumbled in the red zone and the other team (old habits, food addiction)recovered. The defense comes out and stops their drive by stripping the ball away from the other team or get an interception. Regardless of how I dropped the ball and turned it over, the game isn't over. I am mot allowing the other team to score. And the bad habits and addictive habits will not win. I will get back