OK, OK, OMGodness, I have so much to confess. I have been so bad! Will not bad, just not up to my personal best. Maybe it is/was the best at the moment(s), but I gotta do better! I gotta get back on track.
First, I am NOT avoiding my blog or the blogosphere… I just can’t seem to get everything done these days.
So, confession #1: Poor time management, though I am not sure what I do with all my spare time. Well OK, still a bit too much time on the computer. At any rate, this time management thing this past week made me miss the gym—only managed two days—well two days and a 10 minute try. Ugh!
Confession #2: I have discovered I am a BIG TIME stress eater. I never knew this about myself! Since going back to work four weeks ago, I have had several stress snack attacks. These would include a two day binge on a can of Pringles (at least it took me two days!), two stops at DQ for chocolate soft serve medium cones (two different days!), honey roasted Fisher peanuts over the course of several nights while doing my “beloved” paperwork for work…ish… Oh, then the night my darling husband made apple pie, had a good sized piece, yum—and this was on one of my ice cream days—YIKES!!! I’ve had soda with dinner on five separate occasions and once more just because. Oh, then there was the four tacos instead of my usual two. Oh, my now that I think about it there was homemade french fries instead of the pears I usually have when the family has fries. Yeah, not a good 4 weeks.
Confession #3: Total lack of will power and guilt over confession #2! Oh, I thought about it…”I really shouldn’t eat this.” But it lasted about a nanosecond!
Confession #4: As much as I tell myself to exercise diligently, but with moderation, when I have gone the last few weeks I continue to overdo—push too hard and subsequently I can’t do as much next time. That was my whole issue this past week. I went Monday and was good—15 minutes on the tread, lifted for 30 minutes and cool down 10 minutes on bike. Then I went Tuesday. Thirty minutes on the tread 2 minute walk at a good pace and 1 to 2 minute jog…long drink of water and then 25 minutes on the bike, levels 8 to 10 1:1 intervals of 2-3 minutes each. Oh, boy, rubber legs! Few minutes to recover and get another drink and did another 30 minutes on tread. OMG! Totally exhausted, but energized at the same time. Went home, showered and did my paperwork while grazing on peanuts. Wednesday off to the gym…jumped on the tread and couldn’t even walk 10 minutes—absolutely, positively no stamina. My legs were like jello (not sore, just not there!) and I was immediately out of breath…. I sat down after a few minutes and tried again…nope it was not happening. Grabbed my towel and out the door I went—I was in the gym less than 10 minutes max. Stopped and got gas and a banana laffy taffy to drown my sorrows!
So, now that I have openly tattled on myself, I sit here and ponder what’s next… And I came up with this: I own the responsibility for the baggage I have chosen to carry. All of the issues above I chose to do, no one forced me… So now I must decide if I am ready to lay down the weight of these burdens and excuses that I have been hiding behind and truly put things in order to allow myself to succeed. And with a deep breath, I tell myself YES, I will win this battle!
