The rhythm and routine of my daily food and exercise plan has really gelled for me over the last few months. I’ve got a system right now that completely works. Example: Over the weekend I indulged. I knew I was going to, I enjoyed the heck out of it while I was doing it, and I hoped that my routine would absorb the damage over the course of this week. As of today, the few pounds that my body bounced up from the weekend are gone. I’m delighted.
This is despite only exercising once, on Tuesday, so far this week. This is not actually a good thing, because it reinforces my laziness. “Hey,” my mind says, “I dropped those pounds without barely even trying to exercise – 30 minutes over the last 4 days. I don’t need to exercise!”
That’s a bad message. I know it’s wrong, and I need to nip it in the bud. I had various reasons each day for why I couldn’t exercise, but let’s face, you can either have excuses or you can have results.
Ooops. I got my results while also having excuses. Anyway, that won’t last and it’s not a good long-term strategy. Today I have packed my gym bag and in order to remove any excuses I’m set for rain or shine – running clothes* for if it’s sunny, gym cloths for if it’s rainy.
Today’s weight: 184.5.
*I wear compression tights to stabilize my body lift scar when I run, as well as a more hardcore sports bra. Neither of these is required or desired for a gym workout.