The Night Before

I'm worried.

I don't feel like I've had as good a week this time around. I actually felt better after the two weeks over the holidays. Don't ask me why. Maybe, as I said the other night, it's because we've been eating out quite a bit.

But then again, who knows? I ate out a lot the first three weeks, too, when I was on the road.

I just don't feel as confident. There were no real breakdowns, as such. But maybe I ate too much of the good things.

So, I weigh in tomorrow, then go to my doctor's appointment that was rescheduled from last week.

I'm going to have to quit putting off working out and snap to it. But I know me. If I do it and my mind's not totally set in and in the right frame, I'll fail. I've failed so many times before...I can't this time.

Slow and steady. I keep telling myself. Slow and steady. It's a marathon, not a sprint.

I'm going to bed now. I need a full night's sleep.