Yucky Day
Well, on the upside, I made it to the gym even though I did NOT want to go. I told myself tired isn’t an excuse. I didn’t do so well, I ran for 7 mins (that’s all I could muster), then walked another 30ish. And it was kind of a medium paced walk, nothing too strenuous. I guess it’s better than not going at all, but my performance, much like Britney’s VMA show, was lackluster. Half-assed. I keep telling myself that I’m not going to keep losing if I keep this shit up. I don’t know how to reinstate the motivation I had even just a few weeks ago. In my head I know why I need to do this, but I keep making shitty choices. Boo to me. How do you remotivate yourself when your attention to detail is flagging?
Thankfully, I get paid on Thursday. Maybe filling my kitchen with lots of healthy choices will make it easier for me to find something healthy to nosh on at 4ish, rather than scrounging around and being frustrated because I can’t eat anything. I also think I’m eating too many carbs, albeit healthy ones. I’ve got to get my act together dammit!
By the way, I have to say this out loud. My next door neighbor is a bitch.