What a day. Woke up feeling super sad, with no idea why. Didn't hit me until I was at work, and wrote down today's date for the first time of the day. October 19. Memorable for not just one loss (ectopic pregnancy 2006), but a second one just last year (miscarriage). Yep, that explains it.
After that, though, I began to feel better. Better about everything. As if my three little angel children were right there, supporting me, letting me know it's OK to be happy, to be confident, to be the best person I can be. Truth is, I've been sliding lately, since I hit my first weight loss mini-goal. Not sure why. A number of factors all combined together is my guess. Anyhow, yeah, I've been basically in "maintenance mode" for a week and a half, stalling my own progress. How sneaky my own self-sabotaging ways were this time! Suddenly afraid of taking that next step, going that little bit further.
Well, I'm happy to report that I've taken notice of how much of a hindrance I've been to myself these past few days and I'm ready to regain control, confidence and lose some more weight! I want to ROCK Monday's weigh-in, and, just as importantly, I want to know that I gave it my very BEST at my upcoming 5K race this Sunday. So, bright and early tomorrow morning, I'll be out there, giving it my all, in preparation for a great race.
Thank you to everyone who has supported me through this time. Love to you all!! Good day and namaste.