I decide last week that I was going to shift my focus from the scales to training goals, specifically for a half marathon. I found the race, printed out the training program and psyched myself up. I went so far as to put my training schedule on my appointment calendar all the way through November. In pencil, so I could adapt as needed, but would be discouraged from just erasing the whole thing.
Murphy showed up this week, daring me to give up on my schedule for the week.
Excuse #1 - Jay asked me to accompany him to a business lunch on Saturday, then he was gone the rest of the day working. Since the a/c wasn't working, and I'd already put the windows up. I was afraid to leave the house empty with all the windows open, so I couldn't go on my afternoon bike ride as planned.
No, I didn't have the stroke of genius to close all the windows. Besides I don't like to be out and about in the neighborhood without knowing I've got someone that's missing me if I don't return in a timely fashion.
Resolution #1 - I moved the bike ride to Sunday. Genius huh? It ended up being riding around in circles in the garage with my niece. But the purpose of the cross training is to keep you moving, and I certainly did enough of that with the kids Sunday afternoon.
Excuse #2 - I'm getting a cold and I'm swimmy headed. No way I could have gotten on the treadmill to run my planned 3 miles at lunch. Also, I forgot to bring undies to change into and I certainly wasn't up for wearing sweaty ones back to work.
Resolution #2 - I rode my bike instead. I chose the days of my running and cross training. Who cares if I switch it up a little bit.
Excuse #3 - My babysitting job yesterday didn't allow me to take the lunchtime strength class at the community center. I was going to take the evening class, but my parents didn't get home in time to take over.
Also, the Little Man (who's typically a very pleasant child) woke up from his afternoon nap screeching. He latched on to me and wouldn't let go. So when the princess wanted ice cream, I had to try and dish it out with a 14 month old child attached to me. No big deal for you mom's I'm sure. I'm just not use to a 20 pound growth on my hip. Especially one who loves food and isn't scared to reach out and grab it.
Picture it - my parents house, yesterday afternoon. I'm standing in the kitchen with the little man half on my hip, half on the kitchen counter. One arm around my neck, the other reaching into the chocolate ice cream container. Then on my shirt, then on his belly, then on the counter.
All of that to say, I'm working on the confidence thing, but I'm not confident enough to walk into exercise class with chocolate smeared all over my front.
Resolution #3 - Jillian Michael's 30 day shred. I was home alone last night, so no one could see my chocolate stains.
Excuse #4 - It was 82 degrees in my house last night.
The A/C guy came out to fix it Monday, and it was running Monday night so I assumed it was fixed. Turns out, he didn't have the part, so he just topped us off with coolant and is coming back out tomorrow.
Which is all well and good, except my hubby turned the a/c up to 82 degrees and forgot to turn it back down. The unit just didn't have enough juice to get it down to 80 degrees before I was done shredding.
Resolution #4 - Suck it up and deal. And next time I'll think twice about skipping class.
As far as the 21 day challenge - I think I did well with the goal set before me, I just think I picked the wrong goal. I don't really think that I speak negatively about myself often, just think it. I have compiled a list of things to consider when I start to get down on myself.
Reasons I should think highly of myself.
• I’ve already lost 10 pounds/1 pant size
• My husband thinks I’m beautiful
• My niece wants to be like me
Reasons to not hate my legs
• They work as they were designed
• They allow me to run races
• They fit into a size 6