I thought last week was challenging! This week has been like pulling teeth, and I’m only halfway through. All I want is junk food and soda, and the last thing I want to do is exercise.
I weighed in Saturday morning to a loss of 2.8 pounds. I’m proud of that, because not so long ago, the board dinner, taking the kids back to Hickville, and other disruptions of my routine would have been a one-way ticket to disaster: overeating, skipping workouts, falling off the wagon and rolling helplessly into a gutter. But not this time. I planned ahead, and I stuck to it.
So far I have worked out every day in March, and I am determined to reach my goal of filling my calendar with stars. (I put a star on our calendar for each day that I work out). Yesterday was another challenge. I had a hair appointment after work, so I planned to exercise in the morning. Problem? Well, quite frankly, that whole “morning” thing. I am already getting up early for work, and that’s painful enough. An hour earlier for a workout seems inhumane. So the morning workout didn’t happen.
You know that feeling right after you leave the salon, when your hair is shiny, smells good from their fancy shampoo and conditioner, blown dry just right, and you don’t want to mess it up? That was me, flipping my hair as I left the salon, feeling good, but then remembering I hadn’t worked out yet that day. Dang it.
I got home, showed my fiance my hair, he gave me a thumbs up, and I took that fancy new hair and put it in a ponytail, changed clothes, and worked out! I hated to do it, but I hated wrecking my workout streak even more. Add one more star to the calendar!
I’m also still plugging away at my Viking Challenge. Fifty miles down, 15.3 to go!
Sweat & Sparkle 