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When you have a setback in your fitness journey.

As an almost life-long dieter, it was about time I had a setback in my newish fitness journey.
This blog has always been my glass box to stand in and be honest about my weight loss adventures, and today is especially painful as I admit a few things.

First, I haven't worked out in 5 6 weeks.
Second, I've gained 1.5 lbs this week since we're off the Fix right now and I've eaten with all kinds of reckless abandon.
Are we still friends even though I just told you I really suck at this sometimes?
I have legitimate excuses for some of the time I didn't work out- hubbies had the flu and I was taking care of him, I had a nasty cold, I threw my back out, I hurt my knee... But if I'm completely honest, there's still a solid 3 weeks where I didn't have excuses. I just didn't work out. Sometimes I was busy, sometimes it was pure laziness. I'm not proud of it, and I can't go back and change it, but I can start again.
Which I did today!

Thanks Ron! 
I worked out today and it hurt. I felt weak, and winded, and completely lost some of the progress I'd made (like having to go back to my lighter weights!). It felt like I completely started over. But at least I started over instead of wallowing in my workout failure. I've really learned through everything that I can't make changes by just talking about it. I've got to do something.

About the weight gain... It sucks. It really does. It's only a pound and a half, so in the long run it's not much, but it sucks that it only took a week to bring it back. I like to think that after being on this journey since January, and since I'm a Beachbody coach, that I've got it all down. I know everything, I'm amazing at it, and weight will just continue to fall off my frame!

Who are you kidding?!
Unfortunately that's not the case. 

It's still a journey. It's still a process. I'm going to eat ice cream, I'm going to occasionally have hiccups, but I'll continue to be open and honest about my struggles. I love food. But I'm also an emotional eater. I didn't get my bodacious curves by eating salads when I was going through something! ;)

So that's where I am right now. I had some amazing chocolate cherry shakeo after my workout, and it was kind of like rewarding myself with a milkshake. =P

My next 21 day fix challenge group is starting on May 15th. Let me know if you're interested in a fun, but honest start on your weight loss journey! I don't ask for your weight/measurements (you keep those to yourself), but the group provides some fantastic accountability. I promise fun giveaways, an imperfectly honest coach, some new friends, and if you put the work into it- results. Even if it's not a perfect 21 days, it's a start. That's all that matters- that you start.

xo
A Redhead
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