I have been practically flatulent with excuses this week and I'm a little disappointed in myself. It's okay that I let my eating get off track because what can one week hurt? I don't want to run because I have cramps. I already walked 10,000 steps today and that's good enough. I have noticed a general lack of discipline going on lately, and I need to do better. Starting tonight.
I had already had a somewhat off day by the time I left work. I woke up earlier than I meant to because of a minor stomach issue, I had two research projects to finish at work, and I made bad choices at lunch because I went to a lunch time lecture where the healthy choices were meager.
I knew I should not eat the pasta and I definitely should not have gotten dessert, but somehow they both wound up on my plate and down the hatch before I could rethink my decision. Then by the time I came home and went to the grocery store, I had already gotten dangerously close to my 10,000 step goal for the day.
It would have been so easy to just pace around my room until I hit my step goal and call it quits. I almost did just that. But then I thought about how angry I would be with myself if I didn't get off my butt and get in a run. I told myself I would feel better after I got off the treadmill. I convinced myself that running was therapy and after the week I've had I needed it. So I went down to the gym and I ran 3 miles. By the time I was done, my Fitbit stats looked like this:
I do not know if I did enough to make up for the pasta indiscretion at lunch, but I was right about feeling better when I got off the treadmill. I needed to clear my head and get my body moving. I needed to feel like I worked hard and did something good for my body. I needed to feel like I still have enough fight left to reach my goal weight and stay there. I am so close that I can not let excuses get in my way now.