It amazes me how quickly I fell out of the habit of working out and eating to fuel my workouts. I’m truly struggling to get back to a regular training schedule.
Last night, I had a 45 minute bike ride scheduled. (On the trainer, not outside. That would be crazy. And also probably life threatening.) I had been fighting a headache all day and by the time I got home, I just wanted to eat some comfort food and go to bed.
Now, in previous months, I would have given the workout a shot. I could have just taken it easy and tried. The good part about riding the bike in the trainer is that if I’m not feeling good after five minutes, I can quit.
But I didn’t even start. No, instead I ate a bagel for dinner and went to bed early. I don’t even want to think about how many calories I ate yesterday. My diet’s not perfect, but if I’m going to splurge on calories, I should be doing it on cake and margaritas, not random junk I’m eating as comfort food.
Of course, I wasn’t feeling great, so resting is never a bad plan, but I don’t like how easily I gave up on the evening’s plans.
Tonight, I have swim practice. This is always a struggle because it’s not til 8pm. Last night, I was in bed before 8pm. But I have to go. No matter how much I do not want to put on a bathing suit, no matter how much I don’t want to go out in the cold. I need to be there. I just signed up for another triathlon for the summer. I must swim.