I'm on spring break. Going into spring break I had a long to do list and topping that list was making it to the gym at least four times which has been my goal for the past three weeks. My training partner Kate has gone 12 times now. I've gone 4. Her clothes are fitting better. Still wearing my black yoga pants here. I did go on the first Monday of break. Which was huge because I've missed every Monday in forever, I mean hell...I used to have a "no wake up stupid early on Mondays" rule. I followed it religiously.
But you know what. I've already made arrangements to make it to the gym this coming Monday, my last day of spring break. Which means I will have gone twice - on the Monday's. This is significant in my book! Like who gets up
on a Monday to exercise?? I sure as hell am trying!
So, sure I can be mad at myself and disappointed that I got a 50% for this week. That's a F. Or I can change my thinking. (Hello Romans 12:2). The two most important men in my life are on the road to health. I've never been more excited to see, smell and hear solid poop. This is my spring break and that's life. Every day is a choice. And I'll keep trying.
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