Where, Oh Where, Has It Gone

I've lost it. My motivation that is. I've been so lax this week, so apathetic, so lazy. But mad at myself at the same time. I can do this. I want to lose these last 11 pounds. So why aren't I trying harder??? Why don't I run an extra day each week??? Why don't I say no to Girl Scouts when they knock on our door???

I went back this morning to read the reasons that I've been trying to lose this weight. It was a good boost. A good reminder. I'll go to my meeting tomorrow and see what the scale has to say and just go from there. I know, I've said that a dozen times. You're probably thinking, "here she goes again, starting over, refocusing for the umpteenth time." But part of me thinks it's okay to start over, again. I'm not in a hurry to lose the weight for a wedding or vacation or to get to some finish line. I'm trying to get healthy (okay, and hot), and there is no timeline for that. It's okay to keep truckin' along, to fall and get back up and dust myself off to keep going.

This may be the slowest weight loss history has ever seen. But it's happening, and it will keep happening. It may take me another year to do it, but I will see 140 on the scale.