Someone told me today at my turbo fit class that it takes 23 days to form a new habit. I really do feel like I've adopted a healthier lifestyle in the last three weeks. I joked back with her, "and how long does it take to throw the new habit out the window, especially if it's diet related?". She laughed.
I don't know if my new habits have stuck for good, because everyday still feels like an effort. But I will keep trying until 23 becomes 43 and 73. Because really, I don't have a choice. I'm not living with this current body anymore so I'll try as long as I need to.
So about this morning. It was dreary outside. I think I'm coming down with a cold, so I was feeling a bit yucky, like my immune system was in the process of getting its butt kicked. My son was sleeping so soundly, and I didn't feel like waking him up. I thought about going for a walk later instead. I started to make some more excuses. So instead of packing my bag for my exercise class, I lay next to the baby on the bed and buried myself under the covers. Two minutes later, he opened his eyes and smiled at me. Busted. I managed to get ourselves ready in 15 minutes, and made it to class.
Holy moly cow. It was the hardest workout I've ever done. The instructor had just come back from a Fitness Expo in the city, and was SUPER keen to try out a bunch of new things and kick our butts. And that she did. I can barely sit right now without feeling sore.
Anyway, I'm proud of myself for going when I was *this* close to staying home.
Some days we beat ourselves up for not being perfect. For having an extra cookie. For not getting out to exercise. But really, we should stop and think about the things we did well. And if I do nothing else today, I am glad for picking myself up and going out to class. I have a spring in my step because of it. Well, it's a bit of a weak spring, but you get the point.:-)