I won. The title above this post says it all.

Last night was pizza night. A treat for my boys. Temptation night for me. But instead of joining them in front of the TV with the two super sized boxes, I made some soup for myself (stuffed with loads of greens) and took 2 slices away. I ate it at the table before joining them with a huge bowl of fruits.

Not too long ago, I would never have been able to do that.  

I won this morning’s weigh in. Not by a huge margin. I blame it entirely on my lazy lacklustre attitude. Most mornings this week saw me waking up to watch Scarlett O’Hara on the Hallmark channel, working up a sweat was ancillary to the point.  What Scarlett and Rett were up to, now that was worth waking up for. I suppose getting up and keeping to the schedule, having an exercise time no matter how uninspiring – is still something to be proud of. Perhaps staying the course is more important than how much exercise I get in.

Regardless of which theory one subscribes to, the evidence is in that exercise intensity (or the lack of it) didn’t hamper my progress at all. Maybe, the secret is not whether you fail today or win tomorrow…but that you never ever quit. As they say in the Robinson’s household ‘keep moving forward’.

…and I intend to do just that.