Is anyone with me on this?
Monday I start out super motivated for the week. I’m usually coming off a nice long ride on Sunday and a great relaxing day with the hubs, so I’m ready to eat healthy, train hard, be as active as possible and reach my goals baby!
I hit it hard and my nutrition is perfect. No booze, great job at Paleo. Monday is a great day.
Tuesday rolls around and I’m a bit sore. But Tuesday is the day I weigh myself (spare me the lecture) and the number goes down. Now I’m even MORE motivated. YES! I’m awesome! I can do this.
So I have another strong day of training and nutrition. I even avoid a glass of wine with dinner, even though I wannnntttt one.
Then we get to hump day, and I’m SORE. I make sweet love to the foam roller, and embarrass myself with sex faces and grunts while I do it. I still drag myself to the box, but I complain. A lot. The coaches threaten to flog me if I don’t show up, and because they’re all insanely attractive, I consider letting them.
My nutrition is pretty good, but I succumb to my wine craving with dinner. What? It makes the muscles not hurt so bad.
And then it’s Thursday.
I wake up and want a doughnut. If I eat one, I spend the rest of the day in my sweatpants reading trashy vampire books and eating the rest of the dozen. If I manage not to eat one, I still spend the rest of the day in my pajamas fantasizing about eating them.
I don’t make it to the gym. I have grand plans for a nice easy recovery bike ride in the afternoon, and then hope and pray it rains. And if it doesn’t, I hope it’s windy. Or that something comes up. Or give myself a million other reasons not to ride.
Then we go on date night. Which usually involves sushi. Or something fried. And lots of wine. Because my muscles still hurt of course.
By the time Friday rolls around, I feel like I’ve killed any chance at being healthy with thursday so I carry my sloth-ness through the weekend to finally snap out of it on Sunday.
Well today is Thursday and I had eggs for breakfast. I cleaned my house and went to the gym with Blondie, who helped me kick my butt at some running intervals. I ate a healthy lunch, worked a few hours for the hubs, and have a hot date planned with some burpees later.
Today I’m breaking the cycle.
Tell me I’m not the only one. What have you overcome this week?