I feel like I’ve been telling myself that Monday is a new start for like the last 20 weeks!
And – like every Monday – I was an angel today. I ate a healthy breakfast after resisting the urge to dive headfirst into the still warm oatmeal and plum “breakfast bars” that a co-worker baked (sounds pretty healthy but probably wasn’t that healthy even though Fat Jen tried to convince me it was).
I ran the longest I’ve run since May today – 6 miles! The Achilles was a little sore as I pushed myself at the Tri yesterday, but it warmed up and I kept going despite wanting to quit and walk at mile 4. A slow 6 – but a victory that I will take!
I then came home and did a hard weight lifting routine and for dinner had tacos made with ground chicken, romaine lettuce, black olives, low fat cheese and tomatoes.
So it should be considered a winning day, but I don’t feel that way. Because it’s not 1 day that makes it. It’s a lot of days. And I can’t seem to put any more than 1 or 2 days together before going off the rails.
I ran into a guy I graduated with today. He told me I look “amazing”. Which compared to high school, I do! But compared to how I looked 2 years ago, I look horrible.
But hope springs eternal that my Monday motivation carries into the rest of the DAYUM week!