And you know what? It didn't really make a big impact in how I feel about my journey. I don't feel as though I have lost the war, or even really the battle. It is what it is...a bad week. I have probably gained a little. Oh well.
I'm already back on track. I joined the Y yesterday, and am excited about starting an exercise program. I am sure by anyone else's standards, it won't be much of a program. I am willing to bet I won't last 10 minutes on any of the machines. But I'm moving in the right direction, and I'm not trying to keep up with anyone else. I'm only trying to do better for myself than I did yesterday. The only competition here is between me, myself, and I.
So take that, Bad Week. You can't keep me down.
