|skipping is the new running|
I made a new plan, I feel reluctant to even share it as I always seem to have ‘a new plan’.
I like to over think things and complicate my existence (I’m working on it)... I was Isa Cleansing, Intermittent Fasting, Calorie Counting, Strength Training and hydrating, while training with the Couch 2 5K app. It’s a lot... and misguided.
It was a plan for failure.
I can’t, I take failure so personally and so deeply it kills all my motivation.
First; I need a real goal (Yea, I want to lose 75 pounds and have a 6 pack, but baby steps team).
Second; I need a timeline (a short one, I’m like a dog and I ge—squirrel!)
Third; I need a reward (yes, I am a 5 year old who works for cookies).
GOAL: Be comfortable in my swimwear.
TIMELINE: 3 weeks
REWARD: Cuba with my girlfriends (which is happening even if I miss the Goal, but what a motivator).
Three weeks is manageable because it all fits on to a one page excel; easy to carry with me, easy to post on the fridge. This magical excel (yes, the one I bragged to Richard about and then forgot to take WITH me), has all of my meals and snacks, fasting windows and my workout (See? It is magic).
It’s only day two(*day one was a disaster), but I’m still with it.
I also issued a challenge to my Apple Watch friends (who are just as competitive as I am) to fill the rings EVERYDAY for the next 17 days.
So here we go again.
|This was today's workout that was supposed to |
be yesterdays workout**
*Because you know you want to know why: I set my alarm, laid out my clothes and prepped my shoes. I went to bed early and woke up every hour until 2am checking the time so I didn’t miss my alarm. I didn’t. I woke up, turned it off and went back to sleep. Hmpf. The real frustration this wasn’t out of laziness (maybe 5%) this was out of belief I had already run. (right?) I had a beautiful dream that I woke up, had an amazing run around downtown SC, I felt great. I came home, Richard had made me a tea and with time to spare I curled up in bed to relax before my morning chaos started (ie. The boys). This didn’t happen, but when my alarm went off I was sure it had, so I went back to sleep. Feck. Then I had to skip my lunch weight routine/plan because sweet Thomas needed me and then after the boys went to bed all geared up I bragged to Richard about my plan and then left it on the desk and went to the gym with NO plan. I ran (with my app) for 3k and then I randomly picked up weights and grunted. Hmpf. I put in all the effort yesterday and it wasn’t my day.