Me: I want to lose the last of this blasted baby weight.
Me: Then you should probably work out and cut back on the hot chocolate.
Me: But then I would have to work out. And I would have to cut back on the hot chocolate.
I have not yet figured out how to put my naughty voice in permanent time out. Even when I have decided to make a goal and stick with it, that naughty voice finds a way into my head. "You worked out really hard yesterday. Your calves are sore. You could use a nap. Oooh, that fluffy white pillow is calling your name..."
Last weekend, I was a rock star. I was on vacation, and I still managed to stick with my training schedule. It called for a 3 mile run on Friday and a 5 mile run on Saturday. And I did it! My friend B and I got up at a reasonable hour and went for an outdoor run together on Friday! And then the next day, we bypassed security at the hotel gym desk (who pays $15/day to use a hotel gym? Suckers, that's who) and I ran 5 miles on the treadmill. On vacation! Did I mention that I did this while on vacation?!
So then on Monday, after completing my workouts every single day of the first week of my training schedule, my demons came a knocking. "Look at that fluffy, white bed. The punk is asleep for 2 whole hours. You could use a nice nap. Just lay your head down... That's it." Zzzzz. I took a nap during the punk's first nap of the day. Then I cleaned during his second nap. And then my responsible, motivated, healthy side, the side I whip out for interviews, snapped into place and I completed my 3 mile run after putting the punk to bed that night.
Why is it such a struggle? I have now completed one week and 2 days of my 6 month training schedule. I want to keep it up; I really do. I want to be the athletic, healthy girl that I know is buried underneath the love handles.
Are you a consistent exerciser? If so, do you have some advice for me? If not, what keeps you from your goals?