The road to health is paved with good intentions - at least the first part of the road is.

(Sung to the chorus of the Battle Hymn of the Republic)

Failure, failure degradation

High caloric inhalation

Granola bar adulation

Yet somehow I'll go on.

Rough couple of days here.  Ca you tell?

I found great comfort in these words from Marvin J. Ashton:

"You haven't failed until you've quit trying.

One of Satan's most powerful tools is discouragement.  Whisperings of 'you can't do it, you're no good, it's too late, what's the use,' or 'things are hopeless,' are tools of destruction.  Satan would like you to believe that because you've made one mistake it's all over.  He wants you to quit trying."
(Ensign May 88 pg. 63)

I know I keep blogging about my failures.  I find it therapeutic.  And in the end, I suppose the point is that I am still striving, or at least desiring, to move forward.

One additional point - I don't know if I'm mature enough for this whole delayed returns concept.  When you buy a shirt, you get the shirt, right then.  No store in the world is going to say "Here.  You can have one sleeve now, one cuff next week and in a month we'll send you the collar and the buttons."  But that is exactly what happens with dieting (oh, I know somewhere in the deep invisible inside changes probably happen instantly, but I am in irrational mode here, please don't derail me with facts.)

With diet and exercise the philosophy is "Sweat today, eat healthy today and tomorrow and every day after that and your housekeeping will got to pot and it will be hard and if you are very, very good you may see an infinitesimal result in six weeks.  Yeah!  Don't you feel motivated?"

No.

But you see, I know there are some more immediate benefits.  And I know this is the path that leads to where I want to go.  So, self, it is time to stop chasing butterflies in the valley of endless maternity pants and put your foot back on the road to health.