Wow. What a difference a day can make. If yesterday was a pretty good success, then today was a dismal failure. I didn’t get into the gym. I didn’t go on a run. And I indulged way too much.
My team at work and a team-building event today. We had to leave about 2 hours early, so really, I didn’t feel like it would be a good idea to spend another hour in the gym. I know that I could have spent at least 15 or 20 minutes in there. But I didn’t.
And we stopped by my dad’s house to see him after a minor surgery. The surgery went really well, but it was nice to check on him all the same. And we didn’t get back home until later in the evening/night so i didn’t go on a run.
And I ate too much. At a birthday breakfast for a co-worker. At lunch. At the work event. And at my dad’s house/at home. I’m not sure exactly how much extra I ate, but I know it was a huge mistake. And I probably sunk my weigh-in on Sunday.
But what’s done is done. And when I feel like throwing in the towel and saying, “#%&@ it,” I know I’m in trouble. At least realize that I
won’t can’t give up. And while it’s tempting to tell myself that I’ll start on Monday (and consequently toss out the rest of the week), I know that I can start righting myself tomorrow. And I will.
Live and learn. Stumble and get back up. It’s all part of the process.