This morning the scale reading toggled between 221.2 and 222. In utter disbelief I must've stepped on at least five or six times to make sure that I wasn't just seeing things, but it was to no avail. The reading stayed the same and I was suddenly faced with an all-too-familiar decision: get angry, curse the scale and throw in the towel all together or keep moving forward in spite of this setback. I've chosen the latter.

I won't say that I didn't feel angry or disappointed after this morning's weigh in because I did. I really did. With the exception of not being able to work out so far this week I've done everything else right by following my diet plan and getting my water in. How that merits a 4.4-pound gain in two days is beyond me. I seriously don't get it.

But, I'm moving ahead. I refuse to allow this momentary setback to stall my progress. Over the past thirty days I've lost a solid 4.6 pounds which, at the very least, is more than what I lost in March. So I'm getting there. It's proving to be more difficult than what I originally anticipated, but that's okay. Turning back is not an option for me. I'm up for the challenge and I know that if I keep striving towards my goals, I will reach them.

It's time to look ahead to May. And in my case, May stands for exercise. I don't care whether it's walking, jogging, Turbo Jam, Tae Bo or any other form of exercise. The point is that for one hour, four days a week I need to be doing something.

I'm also taking down my numeric goals list because it's just not working for me. According to the initial goal chart I set out for myself, I should be 200 pounds by now. Constantly being reminded of the goals I haven't been able to reach isn't doing me any favors, so I choose to focus on goals that I can control, based on the effort that I put into reaching them.