As the sale date for the Princess half approaches, I’m filled with determination and fear.
I will do this. There is no question about that, but the task still seems so very daunting. On my way to the grocery store this morning, a mere 7 miles away from my house, it dawned on me, that one day, (and soon!) I’ll be running the close equivalent to this round trip trek.
Shit just got real.
For the past few months, I was fairly diligent about my eating. I’d cut out meat, fast food, and was drinking only water (and a few venti very berry refreshers. *ahem*). Recently, I’ve fallen off the proverbial wagon, slowly letting all the wrong things slip into my diet again.
And I’m once again back to being slow, grumpy, and tired. All the time.
I’m thinking I had a pretty good thing going there and it’s time to recommit, except, my mind is like a toddler’s and as soon as I tell it ‘no’, well… we all know what happens then.
You bribe them.
Case in point: Last night, at work, I really wanted/thought I needed another drink. We were busy, it was stuffy in the store and the very berry was screaming my name. I almost did it, ‘just a tall’ I told myself… but I’d already had my tall for the day… so I told myself that, and if I behaved and stopped whining that I’d be getting one as soon as I got to work tomorrow so shut up and drink your water.
AND I SURVIVED!
AND I had no trouble falling asleep last night, and while I was a bit tired today, I still ran (and well) and I’ll get my tall refresher when to work and it will taste so good!
So, I’m going to take it day by day, hour by hour if I have to, and remind myself how much better I feel when I do the right thing for me.
btw, 12 min mile today.