You'd think on a holiday weekend, I'd manage to work out all three days. I did one day, and I found myself too busy or too tired (falling-asleep tired, not unmotivated) to do it. Well, maybe a little unmotivated. I try to observe, and I have realized that my mood has a lot to do with whether I feel compelled to work out. Why is it a shock? Bad mood usually equals bad eating for me. Bad moon generally means no workout. I think it's part of internalizing bad things, not feeling worthy of taking care of myself.
The thing I try to remember is that no one else is going to do it for me.
Even when I learned over the weekend that a friend of mine died Saturday at age 48, I didn't work out. Rather, I mulled the event over in shock. A lot. (I've also got troubles with my brother. This didn't help things.) But other than the above, I'm not going to beat myself up over it. The weekend is over, and I've got this week to work with.
I know I feel better when I work out, both mentally and physically. Leaving the house is the hard part. The rest is easy. I've probably said that before.
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