Accepting failure without admitting defeat

If you've read this blog for any length of time at all, you know that today was weigh in day. Despite have a dismal week this week, I dutifully weighed in knowing that the results would not be good. Still, I wanted to get back on track and that meant surveying the damage. Well...I gained this week. And as any dieter will tell you, gaining weight (even when you've had a bad week) is really, really discouraging.

So...the question of the day is "how do you accept failure without admitting defeat?" The key here is to get back on track and do the best job I can - for today. Hitting all of my dietary and excercise goals - for today. And yet, even though I know what needs to happen, my brain is having a hard time communicating that to my heart. I'll be brutally honest - I'm discouraged. Yes, I ate more points than I was allotted. Yes, I didn't work out this weekend (despite the fact that I have a good excuse.) But somehow I still expected that scale to go down. Irrational - I know.

There are several really good reasons why the weight is slow in coming off. I have really good explanations for why I went over my point values this week. But in the end tally none of that matters. The reasons...the rationales...even if they're completely true (and they are) the scale still went up.

The only distinction I can think of between accepting failure and admitting defeat is your resolve to get back on the proverbial horse and be willing to try again...and again...and again. Truthfully, I've given up on hitting my goal weight by summer. Realistically, I'll be lucky to hit my goal weight in this calendar year. I'm just resolved to keep trying...even if it means beating my head bloody against this brick wall.