Pretty much the above graph (#s are made up, but they show the pattern) demonstrates my weight predicament the past few months.

Mon – Fri: Eat well, few treats, exercise-exercise-exercise, I am a baller, way to go me,

Sat & Sun: Wahoo! It’s the weekend baby I’m gonna have me some fun eat all the food

So yea, there’s that.

It’s this vicious cycle which happens each, and every week without fail.  And then each and every week (without fail) I’m left sitting at my desk Monday morning, declaring “what a rough weekend, this will be a healthy week!” and for the most part? it’s true. I’m pretty on top of my game Monday to Friday when it comes to turning down deliciousness, and hitting the gym, but then come Friday at 5pm? BAMN! It’s like I suddenly think I get to celebrate eating healthy, with booze, treats, and carbs (I’m looking at you fries).

And so my question to myself lately is this; how do I fix this? It’s happened for months and months (wait, years?), and now here I sit, in this broken-record type mode; desiring a change, but wash, rinse, repeat, not doing anything about it.

By changing nothing, nothing changes.

Obviously.

And so I must change something.

Anything.

This coming weekend I’m going to try my best to eat healthy. I’m going to pretend it’s Monday, or Tuesday and when I’m eating out, a salad must be ordered and fries turned down. I’m going to remember the weekends are still real life, I’m going to remember the weekends still count.

I’ve been putting way too much effort in at crossfit, running and my Monday to Friday to let my goals be determined by two days of the week.

This is the week(end) I’m going to change because, as I know too well, if I do what I’ve always done, I’ll get what I’ve always gotten… and I, for one, am sick and tired of complaining about seeing no results.