I know I'm not the only one who feels like a tortoise sometimes. This weight loss journey tends to be of the "speed up - slow down" style. Some weeks I lose a bunch of weight and eat like a lean green machine. Other weeks, I feel lethargic slogging through work outs and finishing each evening with popcorn and a glass of Pinot Gris. But whatever, right? That is how most things progress. Fast and then slow. Two steps forward - one step back.
The trick for me is finding a centered place to inhabit where I don't perceive the amazing dramatic results as "the norm" and I don't perceive the blobby doldrums as "failure". There has to be a middle ground where I can stay grounded, focused and forgiving. Its a tough balancing act that I have yet to master. Any ideas, dear readers?