Last week I posted about my extremely bad idea of eating whatever I wanted the entire time during a 10 day vacation. My weight on Saturday night when I returned was horrible (270 lbs), and when I weighed in on Sunday morning, I was at 263.3 lbs. (In case you didn’t go back and read my other post, this is about 30 lbs heavier than I’ve been at my lightest.)

When I got on the scale and saw those numbers, I really only had two options of what to say to myself.

1)  ”I’ve blown it. Oh well, it was nice being fit for a while.”

2)  ”Okay, I’ve proven how bad an idea THAT was. Now it’s time to get back on track.”

I opted for the latter. I re-read some of my own posts for encouragement, started a food diary, did a podcast about my lunacy of eating bad for 10 days, and made sure to get all my ducks in a row to move forward.

I weighed myself this morning (my normal Saturday weigh-in time), and I was at 247.6 lbs. I had lost 15.7 lbs this past week. I’m sure a lot of that has to be water weight, but obviously I was very encouraged.

If you have a bad meal, a bad day, or like me, a bad 10 days, don’t let it stop you. If you eat a bad meal, eat better next time. If you miss a workout, make sure you make the next one. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. You can take back control of your health, one meal at a time, one workout at a time.