The toe-hold grew tenuous after Little Man's visit to Texas. For those of you who might not know, I started a "boot camp" re-entry to fitness in September. It was brutal; I survived. Then for eleven days I did no exercise. Zero. Zip. Nada. By the way, I gained three pounds in boot camp... that was eating exactly as prescribed... and making all my camp days.
So, I admit there was a little wavering on my commitment to get strong and fit. Okay, a lot of wavering. You lose momentum when you sit on the couch. Inertia sets in. The conversation goes, "Well, it wasn't working anyway. You were gaining more weight. It will be really hard again. Why does it really matter? Why don't you just accept that you are old and fat? Acceptance = Peace. Blah... Blah... Blah... " You get the picture. We all know how persuasive that voice can be. Downright mesmerizing!
But, I am most happy to report that for two weeks straight I have stayed on my own program of weight training and running. That's right. I've started back running. Apparently, a resting heart rate of 54, that I had come to believe was my natural birthright, was not. I was quite surprised when I started using my heart rate monitor again... amazing how far one can fall while not paying attention. I think that applies to all things in life. We don't pay attention... they slip away.
This morning, I am celebrating two weeks firmly ON THE WAGON! Woo hoo!