Today I am going to give myself credit for what I have done. In the last 9 days, I've been to the gym 6 times. No less than 35 minutes spent on the treadmill 4 of those days and no less than 1 hour lifting weights/interval training the other 2 days. I've been eating every few hours to keep my metabolism going and eating smaller portions of things that are good for me. I bought and made something with quinoa - a first for me.
Today I had my alarm set for 4:40am. I don't remember turning it off. The first thing I remember is checking my phone and seeing that it was 5:20am. I had a choice. Get up and get to work so that I could take less vacation for Pete's surgery. Roll over and sleep for another 40 minutes before getting ready for work. Get up and go to the gym as planned. I chose the last one. When I got there, my HRM wasn't reading right. Either I'm talented and can keep my heart rate at 150 All The Time or something was off about it. I could have used that as an excuse to stop and figure it out. But I didn't. I kept walking/running. 35 minutes/2.5 miles. A short cardio day for me, but a planned short cardio day for me.
I ended with a smile. Because I had made several choices this morning that ended up with that feeling. You know, the one where you know that you've worked out because your muscles a bit tight/a bit sore. I love that feeling. My trainer commented on watching me and seeing that I was doing a good job on my own. Then she told me that I should make up the 4 kettlebell classes I missed starting this Friday. I could have said it was ok and I didn't need to. But I didn't. I said that I'd love to make them up.
Credit for doing the right thing, even when it's the hard thing.