I don’t want to admit that I crashed and burned in the last week, but I did – big time! Does anyone really care but me?! I guess since I made such a big deal about wanting to do so great after my fast, I need to disclose this stuff.
For some reason I decided that it would be okay to have some beers while we were in Moab. A few turned into a few (and more) every night, which led to not so great meal choices. We packed our own food but had some malfunctions and we ended up tossing a lot of stuff and eating out more than we planned on. So here I am, back from our trip and the scale tells me I am back to where I was before I even did the juice fast 
This is what I said I wouldn’t do!! Argh.
I have been trying to figure out what set me off, and I honestly think it was all of the declarations and over-thinking on what to do, how to eat, etc. It just really sets it in stone for me that I cannot do the structured thing anymore. I can’t do extreme stuff either, because I just swing back the other way and even harder. The worst part of all of this? Is the way I totally beat myself up and get so depressed. It kills my drive to do anything positive.
So there you go. It is what it is! A bump in the road of life. At least this bump only lasted a week – in the past two years I would let it go on and on for months. I wrote most of this a few days ago and today I’m back down a pound or so and hope to be losing a little more this week – probably bloated from all of the extra potato chips I’ve eaten 
I’m gearing up for 5 miles this morning, getting myself back on track with the food and ready to do good again. That’s all I can do.
