Thursday, February 18, 2010
Today was a hard day. Today was a good day.
I have had the habit of fizzling out on healthy living before or on the 2 week mark. I just quit. Today would be that 2-week mark this time around. Ironically, I did NOT want to work out. I was putting it off. I could hear the justfying in my brain. I was starting to talk myself out of it.
Then at 7:40pm, I angrily got my shoes on, muttered to my husband that I was going to work out and didn't want to and went downstairs and climbed on the treadmill. As I was being Mrs. Grumpypants I came to a realization. It's the choices I have made in these little moments that has gotten me fat. Choosing not to workout, choosing to eat the cupcake, brownie, cookie, ice cream (everyday), choosing to give in to that whining little voice screaming to be heard.
I know that tonight will not be the only night that my whining, spoiled self will want to take over. But for the first time in years, I am not mindlessly giving in to it. I made a different choice. If I don't make different choices in these very moments, how can my life be any different?
So, 45 minutes and 3 miles later I hopped off the treadmill and got some high-five action from my husband who told me he was proud of me. And, darn it, so am I!