Licking my wounds and moving forward...

Sometimes, we need to lick our wounds and move forward.

This past week has been crazy. First, I hurt my back last Wednesday. Urgent Care diagnosed it as a thoracic myofascial strain. My chiropractor said it was an impact injury from running. I will take it a bit easier in the weeks to come, but I do intend to continue running. I have The Color Run on June 16th, and then I also registered for that weekly running "class" this summer to be sure I continue training.

As I was nursing my back, my husband's step-mother passed away. My husband's brother and his wife came in and stayed with us for a few nights. It was nice to have company (albeit under shitty circumstances), and I think it helped take my mind off my back a bit.

Because of my back, and then the wake and funeral, I haven't exercised in about a week. Tomorrow, I plan on heading back to the gym for an easy elliptical workout since my back is feeling better (thanks Susan for the Biofreeze!)

Today is my last day of bereavement leave and I will be heading over to spend some time with my father-in-law. I have some banana chocolate chip oatmeal muffins in the oven to take with me. I made some veggie soup last night to take, and my husband assured me that his father would not eat that. Oh well, it is the thought that counts, right?!

The end of the school year is nearing, and I cannot wait to finish! With the weather being so nice the past few days, and my pool being open - I'm anxious for summer vacation!

And now, the news I've been dreading and debating if I wanted to share...

Last night was my weigh-in. I've lost every week since starting Weight Watchers. And while I really hoped to get all the way to goal without ever having a gain, I knew deep down it wasn't realistic. I knew I had gained this week, and I wasn't sure I was going to weigh in ('cause if you don't weigh-in, you didn't really gain, right?!). Then, Trixie's Success Story posted yesterday. Trixie is who I weigh in with each week at my WW meeting. We've become friends, and e-mail back and forth. Her Success Story went live yesterday, and I sobbed while reading it. It was EXACTLY what I needed to "hear". Trixie says, "Honestly, the difference between every other time and joining this time was simple: I just didn’t quit. When I got on that scale and it went up on occasion—which it’s going to, that’s life—I didn’t let it stop me. I got back on that scale every week. That was the key for me." Those words spoke to me. At that moment, I knew I had to face the music and weigh in.

So, I weighed in last night. I asked the receptionist (Trixie was not there this week) not to tell me. I wanted to be able to look at it when I was ready. I gained. 5 pounds. In one week. Ouch. That reinforces to me how this truly is a lifestyle that I will need to commit to for life. I can't stop tracking my food, exercising and following the WW plan. (I also told Trixie she is not allowed to miss work again!)

Today, I'm licking my wounds and moving forward. I recommitted yesterday and stayed on plan all day. It is so much harder to fall off the wagon and get back on than just getting on the first time. But, I will. I have too many people rooting for me, including myself. And, I know where I've come from and I don't want to go back there. I want to continue down the path to where I'm going...