The Slump Day

I have officially hit the day that my diet/exercise plans usually go up in smoke. The day varies, it can be the second day, it can be the tenth day. Regardless of when it comes, the result is typically the same: I say, screw this, I want potato chips and ice cream and steak and I don't feel like going to the gym, I just wanna be a lazy bum and eat whatever I want, and it will take too long anyway, so why bother? Yeah, that day is today. The difference is, I am going to try to brute force past this day. I have a suspicion if I actually force myself to stick with my program through today, then tomorrow I am going to feel awesome for the accomplishment.

It is hard. Don't think for a second that I am excited about this crap. I am partially writing this blog post to make myself follow through with what I know I need to do. I have gotten as far as putting on workout clothing and downloading my bodybugg. My husband, being the sweetheart that he is, does not want to push. I scowled at him and told him to be supportive, and he said he will love me no matter what size I am. It is the safe, reassuring answer I would expect for him, I guess I hoped he would channel his inner Jillian Michaels and scream at me to get up and get moving. While that would be startling, the fact remains, he can't do this for me. He can't want this for me. I have to do this for me, because I want it more than I want that bag of chips and bowl of ice cream.

I remember reading something once, and I try to say it to myself to keep myself on track: Nothing tastes as good as being fit feels. It seems like a trite saying, but I think that probably that is true. I bet being fit will feel way better than chips taste. Right. Anyway, as for now, I am heading out to the gym. No C25K today, taking a rest day (only supposed to run 3 days a week) but I am going to go to the gym and walk for awhile, just to get in a decent amount of activity.

Until next time...