Finding my groove

Last week,  I finally managed to work out all 7 days, even if it was just walking a mile. I've faithfully logged my food intake every day for going on two months.  I need to stop beating myself up over fluctuations in the scale.   People have commented they can tell I've lost weight.  I'm proud of the work I've put in,  and the results,  no matter how slowly they seem to be coming. So why do I let a number on a scale bother me so much?I need to remember.... It didn't go on in a day,  it's not going to come off in a day either.   Progress, not perfection.  

A long, rough week

This past week has definitely been a challenge.   The hubby was sick Monday,  and I got it Wednesday - that stomach bug that has been making the rounds.   Thursday,  I had a melt down.   I was feeling better,  but still exhausted.   I had started a 21 Day Arm challenge on Monday, as well as gone to the gym,  but hadn't done either since then because of illness.   My eating was out of whack,  and I was sorely disappointed with my lack of accomplishing anything during the week.   I posted about it in my HU2 group,  and got such amazing support and encouragement, as well as from a couple of friends I vented to.   I still didn't get to the gym on Friday,  but  I did make sure to log over 10,000 steps for  the day,  and started a 30 day push up challenge.   Today,  I've updated my challenge calendar and have done both arms and push ups.   Back on track eating.   Something I used to tell my addiction clients is resonating with me today... Being sick is one of the biggest challenges you'll face.   It throws off your eating and sleeping,  and is a dangerous time for relapse.   Turns out that's doubly true for fitness and healthy eating.   In both cases,  we've just got to dust ourselves off and get back at it.   Change isn't going to happen by itself.