Wednesday, November 30, 2011
I missed my Monday workout. I couldn't sleep Sunday night, so didn't get up early enough on Minday, and the whole day was filled with work and then company in the evening.
Then Tuesday morning I overslept because I'd forgotten to set my alarm clock. My body was grateful for the extra rest, but it meant that my whole schedule was thrown off. Because my schedule is that I get up early enough to wake up with Spark People, then I work out, then I get to work. And now it was past the time when I was supposed to be into the "get to work" part of the day, and here I was just staggering out of bed.
Earlier this year, this would have been my "giving up" trigger. My workout schedule for the past year is riddled with short bursts of actually doing something, followed by weeks and weeks of no activity at all. And for a moment I felt resignation, and that little voice in the back of my head said, "aw, you can just try again tomorrow."
But I have learned: "tomorrow" is my enemy. Because it never really gets here. I can't do a thing with tomorrow; I can only work with today. And every today I let things slide is a day that might send me back down that slope. There are going to be "todays" where things are out of control - like Monday, when I had appointments and couldn't shuffle my schedule. I'm not going to beat myself up over a day like that; sometimes they happen.
But Tuesday was a flexible day, and just because I was starting late didn't mean that all was lost. So I pulled myself up short, tied on my shoes, and got that workout in.
Today, I'm up on time, and as soon I finish and post this, I'm tying on those shoes and heading for my workout space. When the alarm went off this morning, there was no question about it. I didn't lose momentum after all. I'm still on track.