Forethought- thinking ahead enough to put on sweatpants before leaving the house in the brutal cold to go to the gym. That’s all good and fine until you forget them though. No worries, it’s only -7F right now, dumbass. Cold weather-1, Courtney-0.
|My car is dusty and driving around the neighborhoods kills my gas mileage. Ack!|
I did not make it to the pool yet. Don’t hassle me. I’ve got it on the plan for tomorrow. It’s been way, way too freaking cold to get in the water at 6am the last few days.
I’ve been sleeping terribly the last few nights. Consequently, I missed my run yesterday morning due to getting maybe five hours of sleep Monday night. I did get to spinning though, so check one thing off my list for yesterday.
I’m also frustrated. My weight is a never ending issue and constantly weighs on me, pun intended. I know my eating was a mess from my honeymoon up until basically the holidays. I had a few spurts of good eating over those months, but for the most part I was way too loose and not working out nearly as much as usual. And now I’m pay the price for those months of indulgence.
|I’m tryingggggg, stop yelling at me!|
I’ve been eating well for a few weeks now with the exception of a day here or there. I’m starting to increase my training so the amount of calories I’m putting out is going to continually rise. And yet, my weight is still creeping up. I can’t wrap my brain around it. And the new pair of jeans I bought a couple of weeks ago are sitting in crumpled pile of hate and shame on the floor because they’re tight and I won’t wear them. Even though they cost me $45, $17 of that was shipping. Thanks for not having anywhere to shop Geneva *insert cranky face here*
Ack, always a work in progress. Never perfect. Not that I need to be, or want to be, but I would like to be comfortable in my own skin. Actually, at the peak for my racing season last year was the most comfortable I’ve ever been in my life with my body, and I wasn’t even my “goal weight”. Ugh, body image. Why do you suck???
In the words of Bear Grylls, patience and consistency. Someday I’ll stop battling myself. Someday.