(Notice this is about Tuesday)
I am currently humming “The sun will come out tomorrow” from the musical Annie. I’m not as cute as the redhead kid with curly hair but I get the it has to get better then this, feeling. In spades.
Today’s exercise in lunacy was a strategic error. I am not yet disciplined enough to start waking up at 6am to go workout but that day is coming. Why? Because I think I’d rather try the early-to-bed, early-to-rise strategy then run around like a demented chicken a hour and a half before I’m supposed to have dinner with my friends trying to figure out what my workout is going to be. My advice? Pre-plan y’all.
I am currently at my parent’s house. TaeBo *whimper* is at my house and I didn’t have time to go to Target with my list of FCR reader suggestions (thanks everyone!). So I had to make do with 30 minutes hitting tennis balls against a backboard. It’s amazing how satisfying it is to hear the repetitive *thud* of the ball hitting the backboard. And there is no better exercise then running like heck to get the ball when you miss a shot. It was actually pretty fun.
The other good news is that this was my first activitiy without music, or Billy Blanks shouting at me so I had time to think. I had time to consider. I had time to catalogue how my body is doing on this, day three, of my training extravaganza: I’m pretty sure my right pinky finger is doing just fine. The rest of me is a crap shoot.
Despite my clearly sadistic bent, I feel proud of myself. I went to a restaurant (Mmm Jerry’s Deli) had a half pastrami sandwhich and fries and then had a third or so of a red velvet cake. Did you notice how NONE of those things are even remotely healthy? They’re not even on the outskirts of the same dartboard as healthy. Notice how there wasn’t a single fruit or vegetable represented? SO why the hell am I proud of myself, you ask?
Because I realized it wasn’t worth it. Usually when I cheat on a diet I think ha! this is sooo much better then *insert diet food here* this time I didn’t really feel that way. Was the food good? Yes. Was it miraculous and worth having to add another hour of…TaeBo, for example? Hell, no!
And that my friends, is progress.
So today’s inventory? I stayed on the exercise wagon (barely), and I fell off the diet wagon (majorly) but on the whole none of those things discouraged me. If anything I’m still feeling fired up. So yes, the sun will come up tomorrow, and I’ll be ready for a new day. WOOT!
How did the rest of you do?