I was just blog hopping again, because my mind is pretty much mush these days, and I made a comment on somebody's blog that made me think.
I am SO inconsistent.
I used to be pretty good about having the same workout schedule every week.
Even the 2 year old knew what to expect.
But lately I've had a really hard time being consistent with anything.
I haven't been squeezing in my Sunday afternoon runs.
I haven't been diligent about my Thursday night class at the gym.
I skipped they gym on Tuesday this week because I'm still traumatized by last weeks events.
My diet has been anything but consistent.
I haven't even tracked my mileage (if there was any) on dailymile like I had been doing.
I feel like I fell off the train and it is going by me so fast that I don't know how to jump back on!!!
I am so good at making excuses about why I am making bad choices.
And let's face it, that's all they are.
Bad choices.
I need to get better at making good choices and worse at making good excuses.
Not much to say today, so I thought that I would blog hop a little before posting.
Always a bad idea.
But Keelie is running her first half marathon and posted about her anxiety.
I love what she said...
Why is it so hard to set a goal? I'll tell you why. Because every time you do, it creates the possibility for failure. No one wants to fail. Failure is hard. It's embarrassing. It's humbling. It's painful. It can be debilitating. And every time we set a goal we create the possibility for failure.
I also found this over at Kevin's blog.
I've been a fan of Pink's voice for a while now, but usually not her message.
This however?
Love. (minus the profanity of course)
In my internet/blog searches as of late, I came across this really cool thing.
A marathon in a month. At my pace.
They don't have to be organized runs.
I could do a mile a day.
But, I have the chance to win some really cool stuff.
And?
I'll actually be doing something.
Which is more than I can say for myself as of late.
So, I'm totally signing up, and starting the whole thing off with a 5K with Husband.
Who's coming with me?
I woke up this morning with absolutely no motivation to go to the gym.
Yes, this has been my norm, but it was magnified like 20 times today.
Mallory is home from school, and I didn't really want to pay the extra $3 to put her in the childcare, and it would have been super fun to have the time to just play with the kids. All of them. Plus, she was really excited about being home with mommy today.
But I went to the gym anyway, because I've been feeling super guilty about my total lack of motivation lately.
I paid my $9, put the kids in the childcare, and went in to my BodyPump class.
Of course, about 20 minutes in, they came to get me to change a diaper. Of course.
So I grabbed my bag and went in to the bathroom in the KidZone to change said diaper.
I pulled down the changing table and threw my bag in the sink so that I wouldn't have to bend over while trying to hold tank baby on the table with one hand.
And then I heard the water running.
In the sink.
Where my bag was.
Which normally wouldn't be tragic, right?
Except that the only part of the bag that was filling with water?
The pocket that was holding my cell phone and iPod.
Of course.
I frantically tried to dry off my iPod and my cell phone while my baby lay naked on the changing table.
And then I decided that maybe I should put a diaper on him before he decided to make everything else wet too, if you catch my drift.
So I changed his diaper and continually tried to take my phone apart, because that's what I've heard you're supposed to do if it gets wet.
Only it was wet. So it was slippery.
I finally got the phone taken apart, and broke the case off of the iPod so that it least it was as dry as possible.
And then I brought them home to this.
Which supposedly helps.
But if this is what happens when you try to boost your motivation and actually go to the gym? I'm out.
I am grumpy.
Pretty much every day.
And I don't know why.
Or how to fix it.
I've been indulging far too often.
Skipping workouts because it just seems like too much effort.
Being mean to Husband.
Taking it out on kids.
Yuck.
Grumpy.
