Unless you’re new to fighting the war on the waistline, you know how much work, how aggravating, how joyous and how up and down this battle can become. Had a couple of good weeks in a row. Moving forward only to tumble backwards over the weekend. Two steps forward, one step back.
Occasionally I feel like the proverbial Sisyphus from Greek mythology. Forever rolling the stone up the hill, only to have it roll back down. Repeating the task for all eternity. Oh, how depressing that picture is.
Should have eaten right. Should have exercised. Instead of going out for almost every meal over the weekend, should have used the myriad of great cookbooks one hand. Should have gotten up early. Should have ordered a salad. Should have, could have, would have.
Enough whining! It’s my fault and I take responsibility. Did have a great time though. Navy started its hockey season and the princess and I attended both games. Also went down to Eastern Market in D.C and bought some great produce. (not that I ate much of it!) Also am the best ex-hubby ever because I spent a beautiful Sunday afternoon putting front and rear brakes on my ex-wife’s car.
I really wanted to get out and walk/run or hike this weekend. But sometimes you lose a battle. Occasionally you have to put others first. Put your desires and goals on hold, even if for one brief weekend. Because even though the war on the waistline is important. Love is the most important of all.
Don’t hate yourself for one weekend. For losing one battle. Wars are fought over the long haul and are a series of battles. You just need to win the majority of them to come out on top. To get the proverbial stone up the hill.
Just keep fighting. Keep pushing. Keep winning.
The stone didn’t roll all the way back down. It can be pushed up the hill again.