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It's a journey, right?

Tomorrow I go back to reality. I've been off work from my main job for the past five days (thank you parent-teacher conferences). This is normally a very joyous occasion; however, I almost always slip back into my habits. Because I'm by myself and no one can see me. 


So I haven't gone to the gym for the past week. I signed up to go. And I just didn't. 

Do I dwell on this...do I beat myself up...do I feel disappointed?  The answer is no. I'm on a journey and I guess after 4 weeks of 4 WODs/week I needed a week off. 

Time to continue the journey. School starts tomorrow, I'm signed up for my 530a wod, and ironically there's smoked chicken and veggie steamers already in the refrigerator. (And freezer.) And my water bottle is in my car already. 

I guess I do better with structure because I, also ironically, fell down into the depression hole. It was so easy to do nothing. And to pick a part my body in the mirror. Why is that easier for me...I'm still learning. "It's a process, Meredith." - Cynthia, my accountabilibuddy. And I'll get there. 

 I happen to hang out with my Crossfit peeps on Saturday night - I'm betting my shift in attitude is one; because school starts and I'm going to have to get up so why not get up and start my day with awesomeness, and two because I surrounded myself with awesomeness Saturday night.  

Friday is our CrossFit Total and I'm shooting for a 300 lb. deadlift. It would behoove me to get my ass back on track and my diet dialed in cause that's a 15# PR....that's a lot of weight!!!!  It's almost like this diet and weight lifting thing are fun??  (Wait...let me read that again...fun???  It's science, an experiment.)

Here's the thing though. This probably won't be the last time I allow a week off. And I'll probably feel depressed then, too. That's my journey and it's okay. Cause I'll get there. It's a process. 
Can you tell which one is Cynthia?  She's got some serious swag goin' on in this pic.  

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