Saturday, March 27, 2010
I've been away from home for just over a week, but for vacation and not work.
I was visiting family, and I already knew that keeping up with the program was going to be a challenge, but I certainly did not expect it to go out the window completely.
It' strange how only one week can throw ones (my own) momentum. I mean I was on fire before I left. I brought my workout clothes, my sneakers and everything, but did I work out once? No.
I was immediately thrown into the routine of my hosts, and all of a sudden I was not even placed on the back burner but thrown off the stove entirely.
Yes, I do know that my body is my responsibility - period.
I have a whole list of excuses why I could not keep up while I was away, but none of which I can sell to anybody.
I came back earlier this week, and just got lazy. I intended to work out every day, but just never got around to it.
I am almost back up to my starting weight, and I really, really, really, do not want to go back to work weighing the same as when I left.
I keep saying that tomorrow is another day, and another chance to get back on the wagon, but when I wake up it's as though the wagon already left.
I have to go back to work for a couple of days next week, and I feel as though I have accomplished nothing. No matter, I will have three weeks after those two days to really make a difference.
I remember hearing once that it takes only 21 days of repeating a behaviour in order for it to become a habit. 3x7=21. After 21 days I will become a superstar! He, he!
So, up the ladder I go again, and hopefully it will start tomorrow.
Here I go!