“Those who say life is knocking them down and giving them a tough time are usually the first to beat themselves up. Be on your own side.” ~Rasheed Ogunlaru
Why do I keep doing this to myself? I feel like I have written this blog post 1,000 times before. I get on a good streak with my running (or “running” as I like to say) and realize I am feeling great, I am happier, I’m ready to move forward and forge ahead, and then all of the sudden…BAM! I just stop. I don’t go to the gym. I don’t run. I eat pretty crappy. I make up excuse after excuse after excuse for why I’m not doing anything, and then get super pissed when I don’t see results, or the pounds move down, or I’m feeling tired and cranky.
I feel like I’m constantly on a “one week on, one week off” kind of cycle and it’s killing me. Why was it so much easier in the beginning, when I was 45 pounds heavier, to say no to that piece of cake, or that glass of wine, or to get my butt to the gym? Is it because the results were so much more glaring? Is it because I had people noticing the results and commenting on them? Is it because I don’t have anyone going through this ordeal with me this time? I had so much support back in the beginning and now I just feel like I am going at it alone. Have I not mastered the art of telling myself to get out the door? Have I not mastered the art of telling myself to put down the damn fork?
I don’t know what it is, but I have to start inspiring myself. I have to start motivating myself. I have to start being my own inspiration.
Because I can do this.
I know I can do this.
I have to do this.