Of The Day I Would Have Given Up
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Today, the old me would have given up. She would have decided that three hours of interrupted sleep provided exactly enough energy for a raid of her 4-year-old's reward candy stash and marathon of her latest Netflix addiction.
Today, the old me would have given up. She would have decided that sore leg muscles and achy joints added up to a good excuse to swap a neighborhood stroll for a bubble bath.
Today, the old me would have given up. When her breakfast plans didn't pan out, she would have ordered the sausage burrito, the hashbrown, AND the high-calorie coffee at the drive-through and promised herself she'd start again tomorrow....whenever that might be.
Today, the old me would have given up. The shoulder she strained while loading groceries into the car would have served as the perfect excuse to skip strength training... even if she was scheduled to work on her legs.
Today, the old me would have given up. When her son asked for chicken nuggets as a reward for hitting a good habit milestone at school, she would have ordered french fries for herself...and one of those new spicy quarter pound burgers that probably has a day's worth of fat in it.
But I'm not the old me. I'm not the new me either -- not really, not quite yet. I'm just the changing me. And the changing me didn't give up. She turned to water and, eventually, a 20-minute power nap to boost her energy. She swallowed some Tylenol, utilized the treadmill for her walk, and kept the pace slow and steady. She worked her core instead of her arms or her already sore legs. And she opted for the grilled chicken sandwich (no mayo) and apple slices at the drive-through.
Tomorrow may be a different story (though I hope not). But today, I didn't give up.