So between Saturday’s snow, yesterday’s blah-feeling, and my complete loathing of the dreadmill, I didn’t exercise at all this weekend. Pair that with eating like shit, and I woke up today with a new resolution, AGAIN, to revamp my exercise/eating life.
I know last month I said I was doing really well with exercise, and I haven’t been a total disaster this month – but instead of going six days a week, I am instead going three or four – and that’s not good enough, not even close.
Unless it is truly freezing out, the cold air does me tons of good. It wakes me up and gives me energy. By the time I get home around 7:15 a.m. I have a clear itinerary for the rest of the day. I feel better about myself. And, best of all, I don't have to guilt-trip myself for the rest of the damn day.
Why do I give myself excuses, then? Sure, if I really don’t feel well, that’s fine. But I SHOULD have gotten on that treadmill on Saturday while it snowed outside. I really didn’t have any reason not to, other than my complete and utter hatred of treadmilling. No excuses. No excuses. No excuses.
And my eating is no good. Again – it’s not a total disaster, but I could be doing SO much better. Once again – it’s not good enough, not even close. I’m maintaining in terms of weight, but I still have that stooopid 10 pounds to lose, and I really really want it gone, even more than I want cookies. Unless a cookie is right in front of me. Then it’s all, why, helloooo cookie. But today! Today I avoided not one, but TWO boxes of donuts at work today. That's something.
Another Monday, another resolution to do better. How’s your day?