This week was hell. Everything seemed to go wrong. Stress was compounded. Work was hell. Life got rough. My dad ended up in the hospital after having a stroke and was there for several days.
My stress was high, mood was low, workouts suffered. Diet suffered. I relaxed and I paid.
I didn’t want to stress myself out more by not being able to get my workouts in. Sleeping in, working through lunch, short staffed, feeling ill (last thing I needed was that tickle in my throat turning into something more!) mess dinner. Shit happens.
I wish I had pushed myself through. Made time for the workouts when I could.
Last night we were to go out to my coworkers campsite to sit around the fire. I hated myself for this week. No, I’m not where I want to be- especially with wanting to compete in 6 months! I don’t necessarily hate where I am- but it was the fact I made all sorts of excuses to eat crap, not exercise and it made a noticeable difference in how I looked and felt. I couldn’t get on anything comfortably and I felt an overwhelming disappointment in myself.
Even today… I went to VV Boutique and got a pair of jeans that fit- and are even a little loose. With looking at putting my motorcycle on the road this weekend, I couldn’t help but wonder what I was to wear when I ride since my riding pants don’t fit!
It made me realize I will ALWAYS be diligent in my diet and eating clean, and I’ll always have to exercise. Yes, I might be able to have a celebratory meal every now and then… but not often!
It sucks! I get tired- I need a break- but if I do, I’ll have to be prepared with the consequences!
Next week will be better!