Stupid Super Bowl.
Sometimes I am an example of what to do. Many times, I'm an example of what not to do.
This week I'm the latter.
Slacking on exercise all week and then overindulging on beer and delicious Super Bowl party foods the night before my weekly weigh-in? Not smart.
Alan, my weight-loss competitor, doesn't even like football, which points to two thoughts:
1) He had an obvious advantage going into this week.
2) I'm not sure how we're even friends.
So he lost 2 more pounds for the week, and I gained 2.
But the beauty of taking charge of your life means that each new day can be a brand-new start. And I chose to start this day with 3 miles on the treadmill.
I'm standing up, dusting off and moving forward.
Have a great week!