Yesterday was just not a good day. After I posted about the 30 Day Shred and whether I should continue with it, I went home. The whole way home, I debated with myself about what I was going to do. Was I going to swim? Maybe I should go for a run. No, looks like rain. Maybe I'll do that yoga DVD again. No, I should just suck it up and Shred. Yoga and a run? Yoga and swimming? Maybe I'll go to the little gym in the basement and hit the stationary bike.
I did none of these things. I just needed a break. I was starving when I got home, and I had dinner at Joey Tomatoes ahead of me. I had checked out the menu and already decided what I was going to order - a salad with chicken, apples, avocado, other good stuff, but I knew that if I got any more frustrated with the day - hungry, stressed, tired, whatever, I was just going to collapse and cave and order a giant plate of fries and whatever else my irritated lizard brain wanted.
So I made a snack - some cottage cheese and some berries, and I settled down with a magazine. I had a hot shower. I did my makeup. I went out and had dinner with my cousins. It was a good choice for me.
I'm not generally a believer in perfection. I do think it's better to workout 5 days a week than 0 days a week, but sometimes you don't get to 5. I wouldn't be this tough on anyone else, so why was I beating myself up about missing a workout?
My feet are bruised (dropped a can of soup on my toe) and covered in blisters (stupid red flats - anyone a size 8.5 and want some cute shoes?). I'm tired and sore. I just couldn't push anymore yesterday.
But now I feel better. I feel refreshed. I'm looking forward to a workout when I get home this afternoon, to let off some steam.
And then I'm going out with a girlfriend to talk through the rest of my emotional crap and let off some more, different steam.
Thanks everyone, for your support yesterday. It really, really makes a difference. If I didn't have you cheering me on, I don't know. Maybe I just would have quit yesterday. But I didn't. Thanks.