I'm at the first of the day, Wednesday, "hump day". It's also Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent.
So far this week, I've been on program, but I can always use a fresh pep talk for the day.
The food table at work yesterday was truly spread for Mardi Gras (literal translation is "Fat Tuesday" for those who asked): cookies, donuts, brownies, but also some strawberries, grapes, bananas. Crackers, cheese. Dirty rice at noon. All of which I left where it stood, despite that pink-frosted filled pastry practically shouting my name. I talked back to it as instructed: it will not make the project, the stress, etc. go away.
After work, phone call disrupted the thoughts of treadmill. Got extra steps in pacing while son walked on the other end of the line, but I wimped on my run, since I wasn't dressed for it. I later got on, but didn't go more than 10 minutes.
Son and I made plans to meet Monday for our next running outing. He got his job offer. I am the mother of a civilian employee! At least as of March 4th, that is. And at the same point, of a new homeowner. "The kids" (son and d-i-l) are entering a new phase of life, which means I am, too.
So, for today -
still won't make it go away. It does not have magical powers.
Do help. Make sure you take those breaks, and after work, do the run you didn't do yesterday.
And the snack/lunch bag?
Starting to plan for the overnight gig... if I have to go in, what to take with... that sort of thing.
Getting through Wednesday! Life is good. Spark on!