I have literally kicked my own ass this week. Last night I was laying limp in a pool of my own sweat on the stretching mat and thinking about how hard I worked all week. A weeks worth of work to lose the 7 pounds I gained the 10 days previous. Totally not worth it. I have managed to lose all those pounds this week but I wish like hell they were "new" pounds. I'm going to remember this week when I'm making decisions about eating and drinking.
I'm proud of myself for what I've done this week but I have this underlying fear that I'm still working at it like there is an end to it. I'm hoping it will get easier as time goes on.
Hope everyone has a great weekend!