Today is important...
Wednesday, March 09, 2016
Every day is important. I know that. I simply mean, in regards to my health, this day is important. Today is day 3 of my streak....this is where I've been falling off lately. I NEED to make it past this day and meet my goals. Today I am going to drink 64 oz of water, and exercise 10 minutes. It isn't much, I know this. I do not care. I KNOW this is what got me going before and it will get me going again. I'm not too worried about my diet at the moment, that will come later. Although I do have a healthy lunch rather than a lunch meat sandwich. I probably won't it great today, it's dinner day, and frankly....it is what it is. It is currently more important for me to start exercising regularly.
I am going to Florida in May, and it would be lovely not to feel bloated when I go. This is not my motivation for getting back on track, but it will be a nice bonus.
And a quick story for you. This morning my boyfriend dropped his phone in the bathtub and fried it. It's an extra phone that he uses for pictures and music. Then after he left for work he called me about 15 minutes later and said he had a flat tire. Poor guy. He was so nice and calm though.....it was wonderful to see how he reacts to stuff like that. The only thing he said was "I knew something was bound to happen since everything has been going right lately" and in response to me telling him he should have stayed in bed "no $hit". Never any anger. It was a novelty to me, and I realized how a negative person can impact your life and you don't even realize it. I mean, just because he was having a rough day didn't mean he had to make mine rough as well. For years I listened to my ex husband yell at drivers when I was on the phone with him on the way home from work, or yell if something got spilled. Don't get me wrong. I would have lived with all that, because I loved him. Life really wasn't horrible with him, but he did get angry a lot, I never realized that till now. He never hurt me or Gibson, please don't talk about how horrible he was, that's not the case. But angry a lot. And maybe, I'm realizing as I type this, it was because he was miserable....he didn't love me and maybe that made him someone he didn't want to be. It doesn't make it any easier, but maybe I can understand it more now.