I know it's not even six but I am already thinking about how I can not wait to get in my bed and knock out. I'm full, tired, and happy.
So in the history of attempting to change my weight today is the day I always quit. The day after not eating so great is usually when I'm like "See! You don't really want to do this, let's feel better by eating something even worse." And then I do and all my hopes and plans kinda crumble. Then I spend a week thinking about how horrible I am to myself. It's a vicious cyle, it's highly unproductive and has not worked yet.
I laid in bed all this morning thinking about what I ate, a more recent conversation with myself while I figure out what does and doesn't taste good to me. I started saying "I'll just have a breakfast from McDonald's and then tomorrow I'll go back to the gym. I still have twelve days left." It sounded so good too, I love their bacon, egg and cheese on a biscuit. Of course, with an orange juice and a coffee-neither of which I would've finished but still would've paid for. Instead, I got up and had some eggs and drove myself immediately to the gym.
Skipped the five minute amp up in my car, chatting with the welcome desk lady and got my ass on the treadmill. I decided I'd do a mile, to both see what it looked like and to assure myself that I did want to be there. 22:06 later and my mile was done. My new favorite word: DONE.
I worked out harder than I have, I ran longer than I have and I felt better. Today on a day when I usually quit, I didn't. Not only that I didn't quit, but I let my mind wander all the way up to a bad decision. Then I did something different because what I usually do no longer applies.
It was a good day to be me! I hope you guys are doing something along with me. I know people are into it on Facebook and I encourage you to do some physical activity today. Do something you've never done! Talk soon, peeps! #StillBorrowSeason #TodayIDidntQuit #TodayIKickedAss
So in the history of attempting to change my weight today is the day I always quit. The day after not eating so great is usually when I'm like "See! You don't really want to do this, let's feel better by eating something even worse." And then I do and all my hopes and plans kinda crumble. Then I spend a week thinking about how horrible I am to myself. It's a vicious cyle, it's highly unproductive and has not worked yet.
I laid in bed all this morning thinking about what I ate, a more recent conversation with myself while I figure out what does and doesn't taste good to me. I started saying "I'll just have a breakfast from McDonald's and then tomorrow I'll go back to the gym. I still have twelve days left." It sounded so good too, I love their bacon, egg and cheese on a biscuit. Of course, with an orange juice and a coffee-neither of which I would've finished but still would've paid for. Instead, I got up and had some eggs and drove myself immediately to the gym.
Skipped the five minute amp up in my car, chatting with the welcome desk lady and got my ass on the treadmill. I decided I'd do a mile, to both see what it looked like and to assure myself that I did want to be there. 22:06 later and my mile was done. My new favorite word: DONE.
I worked out harder than I have, I ran longer than I have and I felt better. Today on a day when I usually quit, I didn't. Not only that I didn't quit, but I let my mind wander all the way up to a bad decision. Then I did something different because what I usually do no longer applies.
It was a good day to be me! I hope you guys are doing something along with me. I know people are into it on Facebook and I encourage you to do some physical activity today. Do something you've never done! Talk soon, peeps! #StillBorrowSeason #TodayIDidntQuit #TodayIKickedAss