We are, however, at the beginning of a new week. I'm ready to do this right. Leaving in nine days isn't an excuse, I'm going to have to eat well and exercise when I get home and when things are going on there. Sure, I'm really sad about leaving Chris and Monte and Chris's family and this amazing city, but going home is great and I miss my family so much. I need to be ready to export my good habits from here, where I have total pantry control, no job competing for my time, and where I've got a supportive boyfriend helping me get my butt in gear to home, where I have little control over what kinds of food we bring into the house, will probably have to get a job, and where, if I don't want to hear Chris asking me why I haven't worked out, I can just close the computer. I have to do this. I'm not saying that I haven't been living in the real world, but it's certainly been pretty great for making healthy decisions up here. I need to be adaptable, and it starts with firming up my habits here before I leave.
Here's to admitting, hey, we've screwed up, and then letting it go. It's healthy. When you hold on to it, you think, "I messed up and had a Baconater for lunch, I might as well eat ice cream and pepperoni for dinner," instead of acknowledging that you gave into temptation, and that's not good, but now you should get back on plan to minimize the damage. One meal, one day, one week even can only be so bad. There's only so much you can eat or so little you can move. If you pick up right then and turn it around, you're set. If you live in your failures forever, that burger haunts you and affects your decisions for a long time to come.
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9 days?!! Holy moely. I feel like time flies, ya know? Good luck to you with going home. You can do this, gurl!
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