It's a journey, and yesterday I fell into the metaphoric mud. Not so badly that I broke anything, but enough that my pants got stained. And I knew it was coming.
After celebrating my accomplishment - being in my calorie range for the first time in a long while - I knew a bad day was next. It's just how it goes with me. I'll do great one day, and poorly the next. Too much coffee, a free bagel bar, and a long conference later, I was picking myself up from the mud.
Even though I missed my work out this morning, today has the potential to totally rock. Being engaged has been very hard on my routine. I have not yet figured out how to motivate myself enough to leave a beautiful woman behind in bed next to me. Instead, I packed my gym clothes "to go" and I'm going to hit the gym after work.
I talked with a colleague of mine yesterday, who found running during her weight loss journey. She said that finishing a race makes you feel like you can do anything in the world. After reading A Merry Life's triathlon journey, I am feeling inspired. I put the Couch to 5k podcast on my iPod. Running has always been hard for me, but I want to feel that sense of accomplishment, feel like I can complete something. I'm going to see how it goes for me at the gym today, and see if a 5k might be in my future.
The only problem with running is that it doesn't nearly burn as many calories as other aerobic activities. With those wedding pictures looming in my future, it definitely feels like a race to the (weight loss) finish. Then again, I have been maintaining my weight, and a goal might be just the thing to tip the scales, so to speak.