Monday, August 19, 2013
I havenít been so good lately about tracking my food or even eating right. Dinner Friday consisted of chips, queso and margaritas. And I did not intend for it to be, so no, it wasnít one of those planned splurges. It was just me eating too much. I also didnít work out on Saturday or Sunday. It has probably been months since I missed both weekend day workouts (Iím always a little more sporadic during the week with my work schedule). I wish I could say that last week was the rare exception. Except it hasnít been. The few weeks (almost a month), I have just been off my rocker. And I canít even explain why. I really have no excuse.
Except that Iím tired. Iím tired of worrying about what I eat all the time (even though I know I have to). I am tired of working out (even though I know I have to). I feel like Iím just floating along Ė lost and uncommitted.
And that scares me. Because I canít afford to be tired or lost or uncommitted if Iím going to reach my goal and stay there. I need a kick in the pants. But I donít know how to do that.