Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Last week was a tough week. Without going into all the details, I'll just say that my body failed me. Or, quite possibly, I failed it. I'll never know, but more than likely it was a combination of both.
All last week, I took a break from working out, except for walks (I feel OK with that) and ate with reckless abandon (NOT OK with that). I simply did not care what I ate, and most of it was junk. I took a break from tracking my food, which is also OK at times, but in combination with not paying attention to what I am putting in my mouth at all, it spells disaster.
As for the exercise, I was right in the middle of a super cool challenge on my Amazing Race Spark team and had to drop out. One of the members created our own little Amazing Race, in which our fitness minutes got us to our next clues and destinations, and we had fun challenges along the way. I really hope I have the chance for a do-over on that!
Today I am deciding to once again give my body the love and respect it deserves. The more I take care of it, the better I feel. Eating crap does NOT make me feel good for more than the time it takes to swallow it. Taking a vacation from the gym makes me feel sluggish, moody and out of sorts. When being fit and healthy is a priority in my life, I feel healthy and strong, like I can accomplish anything. I want that feeling back. And it starts with loving and respecting my body.
When I was pregnant I wrote a blog on this topic. I decided to revisit and reread it as a reminder of what my body can accomplish.
Breakfast is tracked, and I am off to the gym this morning.