One day at a time

Here I am, rolling into my second week of making a better effort to focus on my health again. I've had to ease myself back into things, which means I'm not making any noticeable progress other than trying to rebuild those old (healthy) habits, like getting up early for a workout. 

Two weeks ago I got in only one morning workout. Last week I got in two. This week I'm going to aim for three. If this had been two years ago, I would have been ashamed to write that schedule to you....now I'm just happy to be doing anything at all. 

This week I'm also going to make a better effort with food, which seems to be my biggest downfall lately. Nothing crazy or any specific diet, just an effort to eat better more days than not, and eventually I'll build back up to a stricter eating plan. 

One day at a time...and when the good days start to outnumber the bad, that's when the good stuff will start to happen

Square one

I feel pretty defeated. I'm literally back at square one, back to the beginning of my journey and now I have to do it all over again. I did everything I swore I would never do. I stopped making time for myself. I chose sleep over early morning workouts. I chose convenience over healthy foods. I chose to emotionally eat. Out of stress. Out of bordem. Out of anger. Frustration. Sadness. Happiness. Sleep deprivation. Anxiety.   Being a new mom is so many emotions wrapped into one messy, messy ball, and I'm pretty sure I ate my way through all of them. 

I wish I could tell you that I broke through the stereotype. That I stayed on track throughout the most stressful months of my child's first year of life. But that wouldn't be the truth. The truth is I gave up. I stopped posting here because I was embarrassed how far off track I got.

I've started over what feels like a million times now and I'm sick of it. So as they say, if you're tired of starting over, STOP GIVING UP!  It's about time, right?