Basically what I am feeling right now is frustration. I lost the momentum I had last week and my goal is feeling harder and harder. To go along with the frustration, I didn’t meet my goal of losing 3 pounds by now. I am in ‘”my shit” about it. Last night I weighed myself in preparation for my blog and then laid down with Mia to get her to sleep, but we both fell asleep. I know it is not all about the numbers, but the numbers are part of how I am measuring my results. Sleeping early was not my intention for the evening because there was a lot for me to get prepared for today. I am giving a lecture to medical students over an hour away and didn’t know what traffic would be like. Thankfully, I am here and arrived 15 minutes early. I am using the time to catch up on my slept-through blog. I don’t feel like I have anything thoughtful or inspiring to say when I am frustrated like this. Looking at what is at the core of the frustration…I want myself and my life to look a certain way. I am attached to it and because I am not there yet=frustration. I hear my grandma’s voice in my head saying, “Mi hija, Rome wasn’t built in a day.” I know she is right but my reaction right now is “f*** that.” I am missing the gentle compassion for myself. I am a vulnerable, powerful, loving woman. Ending this rant by tapping into the vulnerable and loving to shift myself. Despite my lack of preparedness, I am going to rock this lecture.