Good Morning/Nite Dazees,
Welcome back to Green Wednesdaze, the weekly survival guide for the hungry, bored, stoned, and paranoid.
I’ve been tracking my weight for about a month, and it’s been going down steadily. Then last week I gained two pounds. Two FUCKING pounds! My brain was ready to throw the whole month away.
I was in full crash-out mode, eye fucking all the delicious foods I’d been avoiding. Telling myself, “What’s the point of trying so hard if I’m still failing?”
We all know how sweet our own bullshit sounds when we’re looking for an excuse. I was so mad about two steps backward that I forgot how many steps forward I’d taken.
Thankfully I caught myself and chilled out.
How much grace do you show yourself? When you hit a setback, do you catch yourself and reset, or say fuck it?
The disappointment is real. But feeling like you failed doesn’t erase the progress you’ve made. Don’t let disappointment make the next decision for you. Stay focused.
Lucky number this week: 275
My goal weight. I’m putting it out there because I want you all to hold me accountable.
Proceed with caution to the most important 690 words of your week.
-Joey
