I would love to be able to report that yesterday morning at 6 a.m. I woke up ready to conquer the new exercise regime.
That was not the case.
The plan for this week, because Beth is still gone, was for us to walk the dog together for about 30 minutes each day this week. We will then conquer the gym starting next week. That had always been the plan. Yesterday morning came, and – although we had gone to bed early enough to get 8-9 hours of sleep – I was so tired! I reset the alarm for 6:30. And then I reset it for 7:00. Feeling completely defeated, I pulled myself out of bed and thought, “Well – that’s that.” I had every intention on Sunday evening of getting up and doing what I had said I would do, but Monday morning at 6 a.m. was just not kind to me.
I could have just given up completely at that point. All of the usual overwhelming self-doubting thoughts crashed in on me. You are never going to exercise. This is the way it always is – make a plan and then drop it. You can’t stick to any commitment. You are never going to get this right. You are doomed to be out of shape, unhealthy, blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah…blah blah blah.
Instead I thought that something was better than nothing. I hooked up the dog to his leash and headed out the door. Although I did not walk for 30 minutes due to needing to get in to the office, I did a great loop – the dog was happy.
Something is better than nothing.