Saturday, March 12, 2011
I didn't do my 10 minutes of cardio yesterday, and I'm excited about it.
Surprised? Please, let me explain...
Forty-six days ago, I started a Spark streak to do a minimum of 10 minutes of cardio every day - no excuses. Frequently, 10 minutes has become 20, 40 or 50. I have kept that promise to myself each-and every day, until yesterday.
Why, you ask? I'm not sure, but as I passed the the day with my DH and my college-aged DS and DD, both home for the weekend (gosh we had fun), I made a conscious decision to let the streak break, because I knew I'd be back at it today. There was no "perfection-based-panic", as I've battled for all of my 45 years. Just a calm sense that I knew I'd exercise the next day.
I also ate a bit more than I have been, and there was no panic over that either.
I noted the Bloody Mary with 10 small green olives and the 16 tater tots and the open-faced reuben sandwich and tracked them this morning. Honestly, no guilt! I feel lighter than I have in years - beyond the slowly shrinking number on the scale...
I got up this morning at 7 AM there was no doubt that I'd get my cardio in right away.
And I did. Like I knew I would.