Head Down, Power Through

I gained weight.

I gained fucking weight.

I fucking gained weight.

I am so angry at myself right now.

It's not been a great week.

We have eaten out a lot.

Like -- breakfast, lunch and dinner a lot.

I make the best choices I can.

Except that damn fudge at work. That was not a good choice. And I made it two days in a row.

But mostly I make the best choices I can.

I missed a couple workouts last week.

Life. Holidays. Stuff.

But I got in more than I missed. I really only missed two.

Everything combined in a bad way.

I feel gross.

BUT

(And that's a big but, to go along with my big butt. See what I did there?)

I still went to the gym this morning.

I will make the best choices I possibly can today.

I will not let this stop me.

Because it's only weight.

I'm still strong -- I know -- I lifted the hell out of heavy things this morning. I pushed like I was pissed. (Mostly because I was. That helped.)

It's a backslide.

They happen.

They're possibly worse, even, than plateaus.

But I can beat it.

I can beat the hell out of it.

Head down, power through.