This past week I fell completely off the bandwagon. It wasn’t until yesterday that I realized that I hadn’t worked out all week (more like 10 days). And I succumbed to my stress fix (chocolate) on more than one occasion. Needless to say, I’ve been feeling pretty frustrated.
Yes, there were good reasons: I was sick, babies got sick, stress overload, chronic lack of sleep… But, I’m still disappointed in myself. I still want to change and be moving in the right directions.
As I was tempted to feel depressed about my lack of progress, I was reminded of what Joyce Meyer wrote in her book Never Give Up. She said that we haven’t failed until we stop trying. I think she’s right. The fact that I didn’t reach my goals this week was a disappointment, but it is not the end of my journey. I still have choices to make every day for how I’m going to live. I have to face the fact that I won’t be perfect; I’m going to make less than perfect choices sometimes. And other times the circumstances are going to sabotage my efforts.
And that’s okay. I just have to keep pushing anyway, keep trying. I have to keep picking myself up anyway. Because this is important. Because my children are worth it. Because my husband is worth it. Because I am worth it. Today is a new day and I’m not finished yet.