This has not been my strongest week. The P90 idea got pushed out a week and somehow now it's Thursday and I just got my first workout in. I've been eating pretty well and I thought that would be enough. I came home from work tonight and seriously considered just making a healthy dinner and watching some TV. Who wants to change into the bathing suit, slowly drudge down to the complex pool and face the initial bite of the water? (Note: this is dramatized. I live in LA and the pool is heated). And yet, I reminded myself that I've done zero workouts yet this week and was due for a quick swim. My goal for this endeavor had been to maintain two-a-day workouts. I at least owe myself one per day, and none per week is unforgivable.
Anyway, I schlepped my fat ass down to the pool tonight and put in a solid 2500 yards. NOW I FEEL FANTASTIC. There really is nothing like the feeling you get after a good swim. I feel alive, alert and cheery. There is absolutely nothing that I regret about putting on my suit and walking out the door. My only regret is that I don't know how to bottle up this feeling and bust it out whenever I'm feeling lazy or complacent.
I need to keep this drive alive. I need to remember that my success or failure in this challenge will be my ability to overcome the desire to curl up under a blanket with the cat and put the work off until tomorrow. The time to lose this debilitating weight is NOW, not tomorrow.
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