This morning, when my alarm went off, it was a pleasant surprise that I didn't even question whether or not to get up, I felt good, so I got up and hit the gym. My husband's schedule accommodated it, and I couldn't waste the opportunity. I trained back and biceps. I think one of the reasons I love to train back is because it is probably the muscle group that I have the strongest mind-muscle connection, and can really visualize. And maybe that comes from looking at my husband's muscular back, it helps me picture the muscles I'm using. I didn't hate training biceps as much as usual today, probably because I actually had the strength to do it, instead of leaving the gym feeling depleted and regretful. I felt that awesome post-workout buzz today, and let out a huge, happy sigh. As I started home to get ready for work, I thought about my weight regain and all the obstacles I've gone through recently. Without irritation or judgement, I thought, I was on my way to being a really great success story, but these things knocked me off my course. And then I thought about some of the great stories I've read in my day and I realized that just because you put a book down for awhile, doesn't mean the story won't go on, it'll still be there waiting for you when the time is right. I don't know if that's now or later or somewhere in between, so I'm going to stop sweating it and roll with the punches. Today I had energy, and I used it wisely. I don't look any different or have a different life than I did yesterday or last week, but today was still a triumph because I didn't let it slip by with regret. I didn't change the world, but I change my day. And my outlook on tomorrow. My story will never be finished. And that's ok with me. Who doesn't like a good mystery?