What I need, is a goal. I realized I don't have a goal. Well, aside from finding a job - I don't have a weight loss goal. So, I'm going to make one. My cousin is supposed to be visiting me in August and I've decided that by the first weekend in August, it will be my goal to run one full mile without losing my lungs. Starting tomorrow, I will workout everyday (instead of every 5 days) and I will teach myself to run.
There was a day, last week, that I did exceptionally well with my attempt(s) at running. I actually completed a total of 800 meters without stopping. I was soaked in sweat, amped up because of my pride bubble and for a brief moment, felt I was looking rather hot in my workout attire. That day in particular, I did a total of 2 miles and completed a grueling task of push ups, sit ups and air squats. Ahhh, I kept right under 1550 calories for the day, and ended my successful day with a hot shower and a cup of peppermint tea. It's now been 5 days since I worked out last. I've lost that motivating feeling and am just curious as to when it's going to surface again. See, this is what I do. I go go go go until I'm unstoppable, then when I manage to find my groove, see a little bit of success and achievement, I trail off into this world of procrastination.
I woke up this morning thinking I was going to tackle my workouts again, until I saw it raining. Then my thoughts immediately when to "I can't be running in the rain". Well that part is true. I really don't run well, and slippery conditions would more than likely cause an accident. However, not the point. I got discouraged by rain!! Really? Then, once it cleared up, I dragged my sorry ass into my room to change into my workout attire. I got all geared up - and made 6 batches of chocolate chip cookies. What is my problem? Seven cookies, two loads of dishes, 3 loads of laundry and a bug-killing spree later and I'm tired. I don't want to work out.
So I took my workout clothes off, laid them nicely on my vanity bench, put my sweats back on and figure "tomorrow's another day".
I just laughed out loud! Let's run together when I get there in August :) One mile! You, me, and Becca!
ReplyDeleteLOL...yeah I didn't get that motivation gene either. I wish I could be one of those to get that runners "HIGH"...nope I get my high off the chocolate chip cookies.
ReplyDeleteGlad to see I'm not the only one who has donned the work out clothes, moved around the house, and after a couple of hours and not working out, take them off. It's hereditary, and I must have inherited that trait from you, since you are the older (and wiser tee hee) cousin. Maybe once you get that motivated feeling more often than nought, I'll be lucky enough to inherit that.
ReplyDeleteI really hate it when I open a bag of Oreos after dinner, and then they're gone by the next night. I wonder who came into the house while I was at work and stole all my cookies!