I left work yesterday with grit teeth, determined come hell or high water that I was going to get my sweat on as soon as I got home. I have learned that I absolutely must, without fail, change into workout clothes the instant I hit the door, or my clever subconscious will start fabricating excuses out of thin air for why I should skip a workout that day. And the next. And, well, pretty much forever.
But I hadn’t seen my husband all day, and both of us were so busy, we didn’t exchange witty, smartass-y texts during the day like we usually do. When I got home, he was pretty obviously following me around, and the look on his face, so sweet, just wanting to spend time with me, melted my heart. I sat down and snuggled and joked around with him, and I really needed it.
I didn’t do as long a workout as I had planned, but I still worked out. I wanted to make sure I got a star on the calendar for the day! Amazing how stickers are still an incentive for easily-amused adults such as myself.
Today I have logged my breakfast and my snack on MyFitnessPal, something I’ve gotten rather flaky about doing, but I really need to monitor and track my eating better. My everyday weight loss habits have taken a backseat with everything else going on, and that needs to change.
I also want to start setting weekly goals for myself. I am shamelessly stealing that from 3 Purple Things, and not just because my favorite color is purple! I need something to zero in on, focus on, narrow down the big picture for seven days at a time.
Sweat & Sparkle 