Motivation is low

I’ve done just fine today, and yesterday was good, but still my motivation is low. Maybe because it’s a little cold, and I want to rug up and eat something comforty. This image is much more romantic than the slob on the couch mindlessly eating chips, but just as damaging I think!

Seriously, even though all the evidence - scales, mirror, clothes, compliments - all says that I’m doing well, that nothing is wrong, I feel like I’m hanging on to this by the tips of my fingers. Any day I could make that one fatal slip up, and the next morning I would wake up right back where I started - 82kgs plus and terribly unhealthy and unhappy.

I know that’s not possible, I know that before i get there would have many opportunities to turn myself around. I hope I would be able to. Days like today though, it all seems so fragile, these new habits and routines I’m building. So easy to just let them go.

I know that this will pass, that next week, or the week after I wi wlii be fine and my routines will feel solid and unshakeable as rock, and I will have no problem envisaging that final goal. My last low point passed just fine and I had a really good few weeks in between.

But today it seems a very long way away.