As promised, my one day funk is over. I'm back into my routine of boot camp at the crack of dawn, some extra quality elliptical time, having my planned-out lunch, and will have a good dinner. Ah. Breathing a sigh of relief to control again. I think yesterday felt out of control (because of decisions I've made) but now I've grabbed the reigns again and I'm feeling like a champ.
Why berate myself so heavily for having a bad week? Again - I still was under my calorie burn, just over my RDI. And I'm at over 6 weeks of steady weight loss. This isn't some fad intense detox for me, but rather a controlled rise into a healthier, maintainable lifestyle. Why be so focused on what didn't go well, and focus a little more on my victories? Now don't confuse this with making excuses for what I did, because you know what? I'm okay with it. Life happens and its a good reminder of what I'm trying to accomplish and the consequences to good and bad decisions.
Regardless. Moving on. Done with that subject.