Pounds Lost: 5
Pounds to Go: 125
Woohoo! Another week and another 2 pounds gone! I would celebrate with a happy dance, but this week I seem to have channeled my inner Lucy, so I fear I would hurt myself! Some weeks are good, some weeks are bad, and then there are weeks like this, where you just have to laugh.
It started Monday, a normal Monday by Monday standards, started teaching my bootcamp class, and during the warm up I managed to sprain my middle finger while attempting to stretch my quad. Yes, you read that right, I sprained a finger stretching my leg! Who does that?! If I didn’t live it, I really wouldn’t think it were possible. But there I was kicking my leg back to catch in my hand, and BAM, missed and kicked my own middle finger. I screamed through a smile, some of the kiddos laughed at me, and I sent the mommies for a little warm up run while I composed myself. Class went on, life went on, and about 5 hours later I figured it would be time to ice my finger, you know, since it had almost doubled in size. By nightfall I finally got around to putting a finger brace on it, and when I awoke the next day it was a beautiful rainbow of purples, blues, and yellows. That’s me, Mommy McClumsy! It gets better though. The next day I could bend my finger a little without pain and I took off my finger brace to wash my hands, in swoops the little hands of my little prince and my brace disappears. Where is mommy’s finger brace? I ask… Over there, he answers. Now, Over there, to my two year old is really more of a general anywhere in the universe type of location. So, here I am, healing slowly without a brace, and I really just have to laugh.
Why I share this story, is because that incident on Monday could have gone one of two ways. I could have gotten discouraged and stopped, or I could have just kept going knowing that it would get better. I chose the optimistic route, and just kept going. My finger wasn’t falling off, or contorted into some unnatural direction, so for me, that meant that it could be dealt with later. I had a “show must go on” type of attitude and I know that this attitude can translate into my weight loss journey. So, I had a painful experience, that doesn’t mean I had to then eat a cake to feel better. So, I had a nibble of my kiddos pasta, that doesn’t mean that I have to turn and binge the day away. One simple mistake, mishap, or moment of negativity does not define a day. Get back up, and keep going, because the day isn’t over yet, and you never know what hilarious Lucy type moment is just around the corner.