237

      I've stared at the scale for too long. 237.0

        237 excuses I've made not to exercise.

        237 snacks I should not have had.

        237 bottles of water I did not drink. 

        237 hours of sleep I wasted being awake instead.

  I find my mind drift into thoughts of gaining wait, adding to my depressive swings, and the downward spiral that would only lead to an unpleasant end. Then I stop myself. What was the point of those thoughts? Just tearing myself down? No. No, I was done with that. My mind sputters into a new set of thoughts. 237 pounds.

        237 homemade meals to cook instead of eating fast food.

        237 cups of tea to enjoy instead of soda. 

        237 steps on the walk along the park with my dog.

        237 nights learning to sleep a little better. 

  I bring up a blank page in my journal and scribble down ideas to resume my journey.

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