welp, it was bound to happen sometime. things were going so smoothly. this saturday, i was supposed to jump on the elliptical for six miles (my furthest to date). this saturday, i did not do that. i sclathed around my apartment, napped, and stayed in with the kitty to watch olympics for a rare weekend night in. it was glorious, but there was the looming guilt cloud over me. the "i'll just do it tomorrow" guilt cloud. oh, how it loomed.
i woke up on sunday full of energy and driven by a decent-sized to-do list. step one: clean out my closets. check. one of my favorite things to do. i'm kind of an organizational freak. i make my bed every day before work. if i don't make my bed, something is wrong with me. i hang my towels after every shower. i never have clothes on the floor. i fold blankets when i'm done using them. just how i am. anywho, after cleaning out my closets, step two was to take my unwanted items to buffalo exchange. this is another favorite thing to do. it is a win/win/win. they pay me for the clothes they take, they donate the rest to charity (their charities vary by day), and my closet smiles at me. step one and step two complete. step three, head to the gym.
then i got the call. the call every austinite waits for each saturday and sunday. the, "want to go on the boat?" call. i struggled. i wrestled with the idea in my mind. i knew if i got on the boat that there would be no elliptical for me, and then i would be REALLY behind. so i turned it down. straight up said no to going to the lake on a gorgeous sunday. i cried. not really. THEN i got the text. the text from a friend who had also been invited to the lake. "boatingg?!?" the one word i needed from my friend that sent me over the edge. i immediately called the boat-owner back. "i'm in," i said.
pretty long-winded way of saying i'm behind on training and feeling like crap about it. the part of me that compulsively organizes, folds towels, and makes perfect creases in sheets wants to stick to a schedule. the part of me that moved to austin to be able to do things like jump on a boat with my friends on a sunday doesn't feel that bad about it. i'm having a real natalie imbruglia moment about it.
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| lake austin. i wish i knew how to quit you. but not really. but kind of. I'M TORN! |
i know everyone slips up every now and then. i think it's fine as long as i don't let things like this become a regular occurrence. would you agree? what would you have done? what do you do to keep yourself on track?
