After being off to such a great start with a solid 4 1/2 months of success and feeling quite at ease with my diet, now with only 6 pounds to go, I find myself struggling, I mean reeeealy struggling to complete this journey in my life.
However, yesterday turned out to be good. I struggled all day long trying not to eat wrong and not to eat too much, and while it was "painful", I managed to do it. I plugged away at it and walked away from some food and also took a piece of a pastry from the coffee room and threw it out when I got to my desk…. Ok, so I took a small bite before I threw it out, but I threw it out just the same.
I also forced myself to exercise last night. I mean FORCED myself! My 11 year old son is ADHD and he had a meltdown last night and suffice it to say, it wasn’t pretty. Nothing major was wrong, just lots of homework and studying for a big tes. It’s just difficult for him to get back into a routine of work after being out of school for 2 weeks for the winter break. Once he’s back in the groove, these things are fewer and farther apart. But last night…..oh, it was very long, very emotional and very hard on me emotionally. I know he'll be back to his routine in about another week...I just have to live that long!!! LOL
So, after all the tears and the making up, and the getting back to the homework and studying, and the struggling not to overeat all day and night long, at 9:00 p.m. I sat on the couch emotionally drained and had what I considered a really good excuse not to exercise. Then, I thought to myself that maybe, just maybe, it may relieve the stress. And, more importantly, I thought what a waste all the struggling would have been had I not completed the day with the needed exercise that may have been just what I needed to burn off a pound.
To get myself going, I promised myslef I'd only do half the workout and just exercise for 25 minutes. So I put on the dvd and surprisingly enough, I did my entire 50 minute workout. I started out drained and depressed, and as the first 10 minutes passed, I perked up some. Then my son came in the living room and, goofball that he is, started attempting to do the moves with me. It sort of closed the episode that had happened and brought us back to normalcy and laughter, so I’m glad I made the decision to exercise.
I woke up this morning so very glad that I struggled yesterday because now I'm re-motivated. I just had to make it past one day and I did.
It was a tough day and an even tougher evening, however......this morning when I woke up, I felt very successful.