September. Another new month. I swore at the start of August that it would be the month I got back on track. But here we are, even farther off track.
You see, I fell off the wagon. And then it backed over me. Several times.
My weight has creeped back over 300 pounds. Something I swore would never happen.
I was working out daily eating healthy, whole foods in the Spring. I felt good.
Then?
Hmmm… I don’t remember why I stopped.
But then summer came and it was so hot and miserable. I didn’t feel like exercising. I just couldn’t work up the motivation.
I didn’t just fall off the wagon. I dove off.
Into the the land of excuses and playing the “poor me” card.
It’s hot. I’m tired. I don’t feel well. I’m busy.
So whiny, even though they were truth.
So here we go. Let’s try this again. I need to find that wagon and climb back on board.
I need to be the boss of that wagon.
Stupid wagon.
I don’t want a wagon. I want a tank.
I want to be “Tank Girl.”
Yeah. So I’m going to climb on my tank. No more falling off the wagon. I’m going to take control.
If I skip exercise or eat junk food, it will be because I chose to do so. I am in control. I can also choose moving my body and filling it with nutritious foods.
This isn’t out of my control.
I’ve got this.
I’m channeling my inner “Tank Girl.” No more excuses. Just choices.
