Ok… I confess… the past two weeks have not been my finest weeks of exercise. I start of strong at the start of each week, but slowly die or get busy (I know, I know, poor excuse) towards the week end.
I also have had a little more pop than I was planning on and not enough water. BUT, this is a new week and I am moving on.
I got to thinking today about excuses. It’s so easy to come up with goals and to be honest, it’s even pretty easy to break down your goal into achievable steps to reach it, the hard part comes with sticking with the plan. Something is always going to come up to be in excuse to put off exercising.
- I’m sore.
- I don’t feel well.
- I didn’t get enough sleep and don’t want to wake up yet.
- The baby was up every half hour last night and I don’t have the energy.
- My kids got going for the day before I could squeeze my workout in.
- I’m stressed and can’t focus on exercising.
I could think of a million different things, but I have found that once I push it off from the morning there is about a 95% chance that I will not do it later in the day. The further I get in the day, the busier I get, the more things happen that demand my attention and the less important a little exercise seems. But the first week when I did awesome and stuck to exercising each day I was starting to mentally feel better about myself. This week I feel flabby, tired, lazy, and just kind of yucky!
No one is going to do it for me. No one is going to motivate me. No one is going to take the responsibility for me. It is mine for the taking.