Oops

We all fail once in a while. That's part of life.

When I was doing Weight Watchers I kept a little food diary which I had to show to my leader each week. On it I would track how much I had eaten, and how many points I had left. More often than not, the word "Oops" would appear toward the end of the day just after lunchtime. My leader asked what it meant.

"Out of Points" I explained.

And yet, I did lose weight with Weight Watchers. Not as much as I should have done (and you can bet I've put it all back on) but those Oops days didn't entirely halt my progress, they just slowed it down.

Well, yesterday was an Oops day, not because of anything I ate, but because I forgot it was my turn to blog. In my defence I'm not at home going about my daily routine in cold, snowy England at the moment. I'm on holiday in Florida, getting sunburnt and soaking up the American culture.

So I've got up early (well, earlier than I needed to) to pop in this quick post (hoping it's still Wednesday somewhere) before Mandi posts hers. And what I really wanted to say is that if we fail to reach goals, whether in weight loss, blogging, writing or being superwoman, it's not the end of the world. In fact, it's a lesson learned, a principle reinforced, and our human side asserting itself. And we can always say Sorry. (Sorry!)

NaNo and Sprints and contests are all very well, but they often serve just to make us feel we've failed when we can't make the requisite word count. We don't all have to be perfect all the time. I'm certainly not.

Writing next week's blog now though, and scheduling it so that I can't forget!

(P.S. If you want to follow my adventures in American culture, go to www.annahitsamerica.blogspot.com, where I am, somehow, remembering to blog each day.)