Ugh, I am so very frustrated with myself as of late. “My give a damn is busted” is not entirely accurate as I DO care; I care a great deal. However, my motivation has been seriously lacking. I have not been working out consistently, I have not put any new miles on my running shoes, and I have been lackadaisical, at best, with calorie counting.
With my first 5K in less than 3 months, I really need to shift my butt into gear. I tell myself that “today is a new day,” and then I proceed to fall flat on my face. I then tell myself that “tomorrow is a new day,” and I try my very best to not be too hard on myself. I am still hard on myself, but the key word / phrase is “‘too’ hard on myself.”
I wanted to be at my goal weight by June 3rd, my first 5K. Coincidence? No. And just the fact that I wrote ‘wanted’ . . . as in the past tense, this is an indication that I am constantly self sabotaging myself. I want to be at my goal weight by June 3rd, and I know that with a lot of hard work, I can achieve this.
So, why do I continually strive along my path of self-sabotage? How can I motivate myself again? My journey has been a long one, and I have made it this far. Why am I so hesitant to throw myself back into the lifestyle I had grown to love? Why have I seemingly given up, yet have not truly given up? It’s time to go from 0 to 60, and not tomorrow, not with the new week, not with the new month, but N-O-W.
A stumble is not a failure. The only failure is quitting, giving up on oneself.