I only own one pair of pants. One lonely pair of light grey pants. I don’t wear them very often; and that might be the problem. Because tonight, when I put them on, they were a little tight. So I stepped on my scale. My confession….I’ve gained 10 pounds.
How the hell did that happen? Can I pretend I don’t know? Throw my arms in the air and say it’s my metabolism, or age, or maybe bloating? I could….but I’d only be kidding myself.
The truth is I slacked off. I’ve made some bad food choices, I’ve made ketchup and mustard my vegetables, I’ve exercised less frequently and less aggressively and I’ve expected everything would just stay the same. No one has held me accountable and it makes it easier to just do what I want.
Reality smacked me in the face tonight….well maybe in the butt….when I put on the pants. So what do I do now? A fad diet? Starve for a few days? Exercise like a crazy person? Oh hell no! I’ve been here before. I know what I have to do. But I’m not doing it tomorrow. I’m going to enjoy Easter Brunch, I’m going to meal prep for my week and I’m going to wake up Monday morning with fresh resolve and commitment. I owe it to myself to show kindness to my health and well being. It’s time for me to take it back!