Recovering mentally from a missed workout (30/30/30: 22, 23 & 24) - Evolved Mommy
I had a great plan for this week. It all started on Monday with an elliptical workout at the gym, an early morning date with a Tae Bo DVD Tuesday, a quick trip to Little Rock Tuesday afternoon, followed by a great Pilates class Wednesday, then on to the Blissdom blogging conference where I would do the 7 am fitness class Friday & Saturday.
It’s not that I screwed up in any big way. This post is about adjusting and moving forward.
For the entirety of this 30/30/30 challenge I have stayed on track or ahead… until Tuesday. For the first time this month I chose to snooze rather than get up for a scheduled early morning workout. There isn’t a 5:00 a.m. workout on the calendar every day. In fact, there are only two or three of those a week. But this was the first time I made a decision to sleep rather than get up and do it, which caused me to fall behind, which then caused all of the voices of the self-doubt committee in my head to start chattering about my “lack of willpower” and “the likelihood that I would not finish this goal,” to which I began to talk back.
Not out loud.
That would be weird.
I told myself (and the distinguished committee) that I have Pilates on Wednesday, and it’s a private lesson since Shannon and Gwen would already be headed to Blissdom. Therefore, it would be extra intense. And it’s an hour-long class, which counts as two thirty-minute classes (remember: my challenge, my rules).
I told myself that I have already exceeded my own expectations for this challenge.
I told myself that we are in the homestretch now. Here it is that last week or so of the month and “we” got this!
I told myself to look for opportunities to exercise and to just keep moving.
I went to Pilates as scheduled; Hannah was keenly focused on me without Shannon or Gwen there; and it was such a stunningly beautiful 70 degrees and sunny that Steve and I went for a bike ride.
Three workouts in one day.
I kick booty! (I’d say something more crass here, but I gave up cursing for Lent. Dadgummit.)
Now it’s Thursday. I’m typing this from the plane to Nashville. We’ll see how the rest of the plan holds up. I’ll keep you posted.
Thanks for all of your support and encouragement.
Now I’m looking for my next challenge. This one is almost over and I don’t quite now where to go from here, but it’s time to build on this experience.
Ideas are very welcome.