I am on a plateau. I have been stuck on this plateau for two months now. I have backslid and indulged and comfort ate like a champ. I have not lost my progress but I am not making any progress either.
I have been so discouraged since I fell and fractured my elbow. I broke it the day before the 5k race that was supposed to be a celebration of sorts for how far I came - and then I couldn't run it. Broke my spirit a little bit. Then I started a cycle of crappy comfort eating and not moving because it hurt...and it has stalled me.
On Friday I got the ok from Dr. Ortho to start up exercise as long as I was careful and didn't use my arm directly. I still ate crappy. Life is so incredibly busy, I still don't know how I will find a way to go to the gym. I was still discouraged. I could not see the progress I made because I was so stuck in this rut, on this crappy plateau.
And then...then I saw this picture from a year ago on Facebook. And saw what a difference a year can make. A year that is made up of successes, but also many failures - all strung together to move slowly in a healthier way.
I still don't know how I will find gym time, and I just ate some cookie batter...but I poured my Coke down the drain and picked up my water bottle. I own this journey...backslides, successes, and everything in between.
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