'bout sums it up. |
one great thing about working out: my brain doesn't want to focus on what my body is doing, so i get some great contemplating time.
this morning i contemplated excuses. and reasons. and whether there is a difference between the two. and if so, what it is.
see, there are lots of reasons i sorta fell off of the gym bandwagon. in early february, i was there every single day. that's not a sustainable pace for me, and i know it, but i hoped that when it "died down" it would be 3-4 times a week. and then john got sick, and i missed a few days. and then i went a few times. and then it was mardi gras and i missed a few days. and then i went a few times. and then ... who knows. some reason.
or is it a reason? we've been watching "the biggest loser" this season, and their theme is "no excuses." so what is the fine line between reason and excuse? i think it's legitimate that when i have to stay home sick with my son, my gym attendance drops off. but really, if i wanted to, couldn't i have gone in the evenings once my husband came home? or doubled up on the weekend to keep the intensity high?
and i'm not beating myself up here, don't get me wrong. overall, i'm doing way better at staying in the gym than i have in years. a few down times are bound to happen, and i feel good as long as i get back on the horse and keep on going.
so ... this week, no excuses. i'm doing another blitz-krieg week of daily workouts. which inspires me to do another blitz-krieg week of eating what i should be eating anyway. so hopefully at the end of this week, when i inevitably lose a little of that unsustainable momentum, i will fall back into a pattern of healthy behavior.
unless i have a REALLY good reason.
::sigh::
happy monday.
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