Does slow and steady really win the race?

So, this year kind of got off to a rough start. Between my husband, stepdaughter, and I being sick, that has not left me much time to really get my butt in gear. I missed a good week and a half of boot camp, and haven't been able to run as much as I would have liked, but I am slowly getting back into the swing of things. I've gone to 3 consecutive boot camp classes now (WOO HOO!!!) and I have to say, they are starting to get easier. Well, now that I say that, I've have just jinxed myself... Great. I'm starting to eat a little better, but still feel like I'm not making much progress. I guess if I didn't feel so tired after work most days, I would be farther along in my journey. I'm sure most people feel that way. I don't want to start making excuses for myself, either. I still struggle with myself on a daily basis. Part of me is screaming, "GO FOR THE ICE CREAM!!", while the other half is like, "Those carrots look pretty good." Honestly, I have never chosen carrots over ice cream, which is probably why I'm in the predicament I'm in. I LOVE FOOD!!! It's no secret. It sucks for my size 16 jeans, though. That's depressing... Well, I guess that's my cue to sign off. I think I hear a salad calling my name.