There's no nice way to say this so I am just going to come out with it: I gained almost a pound this week
-DAMN you, Beefy King!!!-
At first, I didn't want to tell you. After all, isn't it more fun to report the good stuff? Then, as I thought about it, good stuff often comes because of the bumps, bruises, mishaps, and mistakes. So aren't they just as important?
I have learned a lot this week because of my failure. I have learned:
-I feel worse when I eat sugar/flour
-Smaller meals give me more energy throughout the day
-Writing down what I eat as I go along is better than writing it all at the end
-My body misses it when I don't eat a daily fruit/nut/cheese combo
-For some reason, caffeine makes my symptoms worse
-Eating anything served in a basket is not good for me
-Scheduling more than two things a week right now is too much
As I write this, I know there is a gap between where I am and where I want to be. Rather than pretend it isn't there, I'm learning from it and moving forward. As my favorite Japanese Proverb says: Fall down seven times, stand up eight.
Up. Down. Up. Down. Up...
Altered Today: Feelings About Failure, Actions After Failure