Is it still failure if you keep trying?

I hate it when my promises come back to haunt me.  I have put off blogging about my pages for pounds (P4P) project as long as possible this week precisely because I promised to be honest.  So, I gained weight this week and probably will next week as well  (if there was an embarrassed frown, I would have used it).  To be exact, I have gained back 1.2 pounds so far and have pretty much been eating everything but the putty from the window frames. (Of course, we live in an old farmhouse that redefines drafty so there probably wouldn't be much of that anyway.) 

I had a brilliant plan to distract everyone with a guest blog from my sister, who has taken her own version of my walking challenge (she is discovering her inner pack leader by walking her two labradors in the park each day - they actually were much better behaved on this visit).  I didn't ask but I am pretty sure she lost weight.  However, she had to leave before I could figure out how to ask her blog for me!

Anyway, that just leaves me and my excuses.  My excuse - as you may or may not know, I have had a personal crisis recently and I am a stress eater.  I have spent about a week and a half doing the household chores and errands and the rest of the time being depressed.  The only treadmill I have been on involves stressing and eating, stressing and eating.  

However, I know excuses and reasons are not the same at all so I am getting back into the swing starting tomorrow.  I am not waiting for Monday because then I could probably think of an excuse, not a reason, to wait for Tuesday and then another and another, ad infinitum.  I realized only have excuses for falling off the real treadmill and lots of reasons for getting back up and starting again.  Plus, I am a really sore loser, er - gainer . . . whatever.

Cynthia