What is it about the weekend that just seems to make it so damn easy to stop doing what you know works so well for yourself? For me I find that it is so easy for me to skip drinking the proper amount of water that needs to be consumed. I will drink my coffee, and grab a coke zero or a diet root beer when I feel “the thirst” finally hit me. I am not being proactive about my healthy habits.
My Plant nanny nags me, give me a drink and get one for yourself. I look at my water bottle and think, It’ll be okay I drink enough. I have my activity level set as sedentary because realistically I can’t keep up with over 200 ounces of water a day which is what it recommends for my body weight.
I want to be healthy, I want to live balanced. I don’t however want to spend my entire day in the bathroom. Saturdays and Sundays are in my mind supposed to be spent relaxing. The darkness of a movie theater is the best place to be on a hot day. Sipping on a cold soda shoveling handfuls of salty buttery hot fresh popcorn into your houth in the dark is how I wish I could spend every spare moment of my life. It can be animated, horror, action the genre matters not, I love the feeling of it… despite people on their cell phones… and I will get up and tell you to get off your phone. I have been the person to have people ejected from a theater, I have also been the person to tell my own friends to put their phones away. (I know buzzkill) This isn’t about movies though. This is about choices.
Monday morning I didn’t attend my normal Aquatic Bootcamp at work because it was a holiday for me. Opening Day is a bit of a big deal where I work now and we had the day off to watch the game. I woke up, got myself a good breakfast at home, and made my way to one of the gyms closer to my home. There was a shallow water aerobics class I was going to take. It was, unchallenging. I pushed myself as much as I could but I felt that the workout was just not sufficient. While this was a victory of sorts, showing me that I am not as bad off physically as I have built myself to be in my mind, this was supposed to be my activity for the day.
Wednesday morning I arrived to my normal Aquatic Bootcamp class to find that the instructor wasn’t going to be there. She was sick. I was faced with a choice, stay and workout or go to work early/get coffee etc. I stayed. Others played waterball/volleyball in the pool, I grabbed the water barbells and worked it out. I did my best to get a workout that felt comparable to what I was missing. However when I honestly look at it I felt a little defeated having not been “worked out” by an instructor.
Friday we had another “weather event” straight out of hell. If hell were made of ice and snow. I set my alarm early, 5:30, and I still didn’t make it to class at 07:00. It was 07:30 by the time I made it to the area where I work. It was a very tough commute. I felt defeated that I didn’t make it to the gym three times. I did however keep my water and food on track.
Friday night I went out to dinner with Robb to celebrate his birthday a little early. We had steaks, and I chose a sweet potato and veggies over some of the naughtier things on the menu. I ate all of my allotted food yesterday. I drank all the waters.
As I was in bed last night I found myself looking at all the possible pool workouts for the weekend. Pickings are slim for sure. Lots of kids in swim lessons on weekend mornings. I suppose it makes sense, but it is disheartening. Then there was a glimmer of hope. A location not too far away, 08:15 Aqua Zumba.
Visions of the fun from Fitbloggin danced in my head as I drifted off to sleep thinking about Zumba, and the ease on the joints the water provided. At 08:00 this morning my keycard was scanned in at the gym. I owed it to myself. I missed a workout. This wasn’t a makeup workout, this is the beginning of a new relationship with my body. I am working so hard on ending the cycle of self hate that exists in myself. Working to end the train that you’re not good enough parade that goes through my head.
I am choosing to focus on one thing at a time that I can change within a day. I won’t be the same thing each day, and may not be the whole thing each day. Right now I know that I struggle to drink enough water when I am doing “other” things. That has to stop. Water before coffee on weekends will be mandatory. Slowly I am learning how to take care of myself, by listening. Are you listening to your body? Is there something you are doing during the week that you aren’t doing on the weekend that might be leading to self sabotage?