Friday, March 22, 2013
I did Crossfit once this week at work.
It was hard.
-Hard to go back after being absent.
-Hard to go alone - I had convinced my friend to go with me, but found out the day of that she wasn't.
-Hard on my body. The challenges were bigger. DIAGONAL lunges?!?! Can I please try a regular lunge (that I can hardly manage), please? Nno.
And it made other things easy.
-Easy to avoid peer pressure as nearly everyone that I work with daily went on a group trip to Panda Express for lunch (sodium BOMB that I've eaten more times in the past two months than I did for all of last year).
-Easy to convince myself to bump up my water intake this morning after.
-Easier to choose healthy lunch.
-Easy to explain to my co-workers why I really SERIOUSLY need to leave right at 12:30 to go to lunch because I have an appointment now that I've done it.
-Easier to not allow myself to make excuses.
-Easy to see why I need more exercise in my life. Not just because of how much weaker ALL of me has become, but also because it feels good.
-Easy to appreciate me, and my past successes. Maybe it was harder than I gave myself credit for. Maybe I can take a step back and not be so critical of myself for not being ]]RIGHT THERE[[ in that headspace to do it already. To take a deep breath, and do one more thing, choose one more thing that is healthy than continue a cycle of negative seeds blooming into more negativity.
The easy list is longer.
I could go on and on.. I will! (But in another way.)