Thursday, August 30, 2012
I've always had ups and downs when it comes to taking care of myself. I'll get super dedicated, work out 5-6 days a week, watch what I eat VERY carefully, be mindful of alcohol/caffiene intake, watch the stress level (and deal with it when it starts to get outta control), and make sure I have a bedtime routine to ensure a good 6 hours of sleep.
Then there's times like now when I'm struggling to drag my ass out of bed on time and, when I do work out, it takes a monumental pep talk that I can't seem to find in me. I usually settle for some lighter workouts and justify it with a, "Hey...at least I did SOMETHING."
I'm in my downward swing...working out only 1-2 times per week and it's just been a brisk, 30-minute walk in the park with the puppy. I'll do some crunches until I can't do them any more, but that's it. The 60/90+ minute workouts that were happening most days of the week are no longer a habit and stopping this downward spiral before I become the complete couch potato of 10 months ago is the biggest challenge.
I suppose I should be proud of myself. Before October of 2011, I wasn't working out at all. With a lot of willpower I never knew I had, I managed to break my couch potato lifestyle I'd had all my life and made this new, healthy life a habit. Every once in awhile I slip a little, but I haven't let it slip completely...and I can't imagine I ever will.