Sometimes things don't go to plan...

It's been ages since my last post - mostly because I didn't know what to say. Until just under two weeks ago, all had been going reasonably well. Then it hit - 'The Slump'.

I hadn't been expecting 'the slump' so when it crept in slowly and relatively silently, I didn't know what happened until - wallop - it was too late.

Now, anyone who has been anywhere near a diet will understand the concept of 'The Slump': You have a week of being reasonably good with your food consumption and you've kept your fitness levels up, only to find the come weigh in day that you've stayed the same or - shock horror - that you put on. The diet industry try to reassure you not to panic, but 'The Slump' is already at work. Weadling it's way into your thoughts and habits; "Well, if that's what you get for an that hard work, why bother? Go on, have a treat".

Resistance appears to be futile. One cake becomes two, becomes a bag of crisps  (that you don't even really like), becomes two weeks of 'treating' yourself in the hopes that you'll feel better. Until eventually it comes to roost. What have you done? All that hard work - not completely, but partially wasted? And for what?

Whilst you disintegrate into a mascara streaked mess of anger, pity and regret, 'The Slump' takes it rest, smug at how easy it was to make you surrender and gloating that it's won.

Sound familiar?

As I sit here, writing this at the tale end of such a 'mascara streaked' episode, I realise that 'The Slump' didn't 'win' and I haven't yet 'lost'. This is a cross roads:

The easy road is the way of 'The Slump'; paved with cakes, chocolates and the age old, 'There's always tomorrow'.

The harder road is a bitter taste but is the road that starts with writing down your short comings, owning up to your mistakes and resolving that the only real failure is to stop trying...