The Next Day

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.

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One Response to The Next Day

  1. Kimberley says:

    Hope your day went well.
    Best wishes for a speedy recovery for your Dad!

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