Good morning folks, how I have missed my daily dose of inspiration from this forum over the last week or so. Without going into the nitty gritty I have had a week long dose of hospital living to contend with, weighing myself this morning on my own scales I have put on half a stone. I felt sick to the stomach and felt like weeping, a total failure. My last week has seen me weeping quite a lot though, having too much time to just think and find things wanting ( I don't like being idle, never have, and enforced idleness is a bad place for me to be). My plans have been scuppered in a big way and the big adventure planned for next year is in tatters... the riding holiday to Montana cancelled as I am now unable to fly for the foreseeable. My heart is heavy as I know I have just shattered my sons dream too, as the holiday would be the last time he would ever be able to ride horses due to surgery required to keep him mobile. It is a dark and desolate place I have been in and am trying to shake off still.
I slept in my own bed last night which has helped a little, and I am taking myself in hand, deep breath and starting over. I am back at 210lb, a figure I did not want to see again. It is what it is though and I just have to get on with it. I can wallow and start failing again or I can stand tall and start winning again. The choice put this simply is a no brainer. My gain was unavoidable, not my scuppering myself, and as such has to be accepted, boxed up and shelved. Time to move on.
So here goes. Day 1. 210lb. 5000 steps aim ( yes, half what is the minimum recommended) And to get through a full shift at work tonight.( yes, back in work for the whoke weekend, but next week is my annual leave).
Enjoy your weekend everyone. 😊