I Fear The Scale But I’m Not Giving Up

I’ll be honest, I’m nervous about stepping on the scale tomorrow morning. I spent the last week in Boston, and I didn’t bring my scale with me. I enjoyed every bite of chowder and plenty of other rich foods, and I’m sure I gained weight. I don’t even want to think about how much.

But here’s the truth, what’s done is done. The only thing to do now is to start again. Tomorrow is a new day, and with it comes a new opportunity to get back on track.

I’m resolved to begin again because the alternative is giving up, and that’s something I can’t imagine doing. This journey isn’t about perfection, it’s about persistence.

I’ve stumbled before, and I’ve always found my way back. I’ll do it again because forward is the only direction worth going.