As predicted, my holiday weekend was pretty low key — plenty of home cooking and very few treats (there was the fried macaroni and cheese I made for breakfast ). Though I was off Monday, I did actually get off my butt and do a quick dumbbells workout and some crunches on the living room floor.

Tuesday I was back in the gym, unwillingly. Today, I skipped it all together.

My weight is still hovering slightly above (on average 1-1.5 lbs) my new low. I think I'm battling burnout. I'm sleepwalking through my workouts, and my inner brat is whining more loudly: "But I don't WANNA run! I want ICE CREAM! Wahhhh!!" Sometimes, she wins.

Time to change things up a bit I think. I'm not sure how just yet, or even if I'm committed enough to follow through with it. Or maybe I need to seek a new goal. I'll have to think on this one.

As with all journeys, this one doesn't proceed in a straight line. There are detours, delays, sprints, and stumbles. The key is to keep going.