This past week I didn’t have any excuses. Some rain, notwithstanding, I should’ve been able to have made time for exercise. I only exercised once last week. And threw all other caution to the wind.
Because of my lack of effort I went up another pound (Back up to 226 lbs) and I think I pretty much lost the fight in me. I had two free days this week and didn’t bother to try to exercise. I have a morning shift tomorrow so technically I should have plenty of time to begin exercise anew before dinner, or right after, to start getting things right again. But I’m not sure if I care anymore. I know intellectually that I should. I have been making good progress and despite some setbacks I have been doing ok thus far.
I guess I’m just in self-pity mode and for the moment just need a brief respite of self-loathing and solace before I get myself back up and start the process all over. I almost didn’t even bother writing this blog entry (which is why it took so long to get this posted). But here it is. I guess I haven’t quite given it all up just yet.