Well. Shit. Ok, so I've sort of fallen off the wagon a bit. I was sick and I forgive myself for missing an entire week of exercising. I'm proud that I didn't gain any weight but I must admit while I was sick and didn't have much of an appetite I was extremely strict with myself and didn't indulge at all. Perhaps if I had eaten more I could have gotten healthier soon. I KNOW.
Today was Day 14 and I'm just having a hard time getting it all together again. Tomorrow. For Sure. I have a date with Jillian. I'm going to do it in the morning. Before I have time for excuses and getting busy and before I drink a glass of wine to calm the fuck down.
Tomorrow is Day 15. It's also October 1. That means I weight in, officially. And measure-in. Officially. I know I'm doing well I am just scared of not doing more. I have been here before. I have been here at this weight and I have given up, slowed down, feared the next step, the pain, the change, the unknow. I don't know how to get over this other than to just keep going. But still ... I'm not sure where exactly my motivation is going to come from. It feels like since I've officially lost my pregnancy weight and then some that I need to dig deeper and actually figure out what it is that I want from this whole weight-loss -- health initiative --healthy living lifestyle thing it is on which I'm embarking.
Coming up tomorrow: my measurements! (honest ones too!)

