by William Ernest Henley (1849-1903)
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
This may seem a bit literary for weight loss, but here’s my thinking. My scale go up, my scale may go down. But the ONLY one who controls whether I get in my workout, whether I eat the Noms or something else – basically who controls what *I* do is… Me. I can’t be beaten unless I CHOOSE to be. And I do NOT CHOOSE TO BE, my friends!!
So as I head into the twoish weeks where I get weird and flukey numbers, here is what I am pondering to keep my head on straight. INVICTUS!!
And yeah. Today, despite a great eating day and yesterday’s workout, I am up half a pound. This is right on schedule and is water retention. And if I keep saying that, it will help me stay INVICTUS until the water weight goes away and I show a nice drop of pounds.