Week Three

Here is my infamous third week...

Monday:
I'm doing so well, I have so much energy, I feel fantastic and it's Mother's Day (or any day that says treats are in the forecast); I can treat myself to this!

Tuesday:
I still LOST weight yesterday despite eating this, so I can eat this again!  And I'll add a pop and chocolate bar for good measure because they taste soooooo good!

Wednesday:
Oh...it appears I gained twice what I lost.

Thursday:
Umm, I STARVED myself today and haven't lost an ounce.

Friday:
I SUCK.  I'm tired and sad, let's order pizza (and-eat-it-all).

Saturday:
I feel so sick for eating that. I need a nap. What the heck am I doing?!

Sunday:
I gained a whole pound. Efffffffffff...what's the point?

See the truth is, Week Three is not a plateau.  Week Three is being over-cocky and thinking I own the world.
Week Three is old habit thinking.  Week Three is one mistake, after mistake, after mistake.  Week Three represents just how far I really have to go.
Week Three is the reason why I never make it passed a Week Three, however many hundreds of Week Three's I've lived through.  Week Three is why I've been working out for seven years with a personal trainer, and still weigh well over 300 pounds.
Week Three is my own personal battle.  Week Three is the plateau that isn't.  Week Three is...Weak Any-week-of-m'life. Mindblow.

What's your Week Three look like?

Monday, WEEK 4:
Seriously.  WHAT am I doing?! (cry, breathe, pray...REFOCUS!)

This time...THIS TIME...there's a little thing called Week Four, or how about Strong All-in, screaming to break through that not-really-a-plateau-at-all.
This time, THIS TIME, make no mistake in mistaking a minor bump for a full fledged failure.  This time, I see, oh Week Three, you devil, you...that Week Three is just life, plain and simple; not really the devil, and that's okay. Life is here and there.  Life is waxing and waning.  Life is up and down.  AND THAT'S OKAY.  Week Four you will find me, strong and all in, because I've finally found you.  Why?  Because of my why.
Because, as my trainer put it, it is crystal clear.  I no longer have to question, "What's the point?"  I know the point, and they're counting on me, and I'm counting on myself.  Have you found your why?