Losing weight is just like any other war- full of numerous battles distinguished by successes and failures.
Even though I know that I shouldn't, I have a bad habit of weighing myself multiple times a day. I have a bathroom scale that is posted outside of my bedroom doorway. I hop on and I hop off. Each time hoping to see a number that reflects the amount of effort that I am giving.
A few minutes ago I got on the scale and for the first time in awhile the number went up. My heart sank and skipped a beat for a few seconds. And yet, instead of feeling like giving up like I have done so many times before- I made a declaration to myself to CONTINUE working harder.
Last week I found myself binging on junk food. I felt so ashamed and embarrassed because it felt like a setback. I definitely have days when I feel like the world is against me and I'm about to be swallowed up. But despite the doubts that I had in my own mind, I got up the next morning to workout. I know that the only way that I am going to be able to succeed is if I continue on. Like a phoenix rising out of ashes, I will continue to rise. I refuse to fail.