Last week I was on half term holiday following an extremely challenging and emotionally draining 6 weeks.
On Sunday, I woke up nice and early, had a nice lie in whilst finishing my book and thought to myself ‘I really can’t be bothered to go to the gym today. I just want to have a lazy day and enjoy the last day of the holidays’. I even voiced this thought to Mr FFF who replied smugly ‘Well. I don’t really need to go ’cause I did an 8 mile run yesterday’.
Yet, it wasn’t his gloating that made me change my mind.
I got to thinking about how I haven’t had a great week food and exercise wise (although I do feel lovely and relaxed) and how good it had made me feel to make the healthy choice when faced with a weight loss dilemma on Saturday night. I also thought about how I’d feel if I didn’t go to the gym (guilty; annoyed; that I’d wasted my day) compared to how I’d feel if I went (virtuous; smug).
So, I chose not to ‘Wait until after my weigh in on Monday and then get back on track’: I got up, got my workout gear on and went to the gym.
And you know what? It really did feel good 🙂