This past month has been a rough one. I've been trying to stick with some good eating and exercise habits that I've been cultivating, but it's not been easy. In the past couple of days I've fallen off the wagon. I'm determined to get back on. It's only a failure if I don't get back to it. I know that. So as of right now it's back on track for me.
I made the 25 lb mark last week. This week it's been diet sabotage. Go figure!!! It's actually remarkable that it hasn't happened before now. I started this journey in pain with my sciatica yet I managed to stay active through the pain and on board with my physical therapy. I've had a dear friend spend 20 days in the hospital nearly at death's door...I've had two family members spending time in the hospital with serious illnesses...and another taken to the emergency room due to an accident. I've discovered some disturbing things about someone I love with all my heart and haven't a clue what, if anything, I can do to help. It's hard to stay in control when life seems so out of control.
The only thing I can think to do is to keep putting one foot in front of the other one day at a time. Tomorrow I will go to ride my horse. I will be getting to ride the rising trot for the first time in more than a month. It's a small thing, but it's an improvement. I will cling to that and wait for the rest of the people in my life to get better...or not.