The 391

So the thing I've been most afraid of lately is the first time I will "fall down" on this new road to health. Well. I don't need to be fearful any more. It happened last night. Totally fell off my plan, face-first into a bowl of dessert.

I won't list out my torturous demise. There would be no point. But at least it's behind me. I actually feel good about that.

I know that I will mess up. And, more importantly, I now know that I will be just fine.

Today is a new day. I had a good first week. I'm putting this behind me. There is still plenty of time to keep moving forward.

Here's to the next 386,
(honest) Fat Girl