Its been a tough week. We had a funeral this week of a friend who passed away far too young. That was hard enough, although an eye-opening day in which we experienced the funeral customs of a different culture (Pacific Island). And then we had the Paris attacks, the death of a Kiwi legend, the anniversary of a New Zealand tragedy. I feel like its been a long, hard week.
I stayed at work drinks tonight and had a couple of ciders, and a couple of mini mince pies. The meat kind, not the fruit kind. I’m quite tired from the not-so-great sleep I had last night (Katie woke, which we think has become a habit from being sick last week), and I feel just a bit meh.
I think I would feel less meh if I’d done some exercise this week. But I didn’t. I had no motivation. Its so annoying because I’m full of good intentions – I pack my bag the night before with gear for the next day, and get gear out for the morning as well. And then proceed to do neither a morning nor lunchtime work out. But its ok, I have cider and pies instead – they make me feel better.
I am missing the “something” to aim for. Not just a race to train for or shorts to fit into, but something else that motivates me to get my act together and keep it together. I want to lose weight, and when I get dressed into my jeans with my ridiculous muffin top making me look like a beached whale, I really want to lose weight, but thats not enough for me to say no to that cider/pie/chocolate bar/lunch-time taco.
Have you got any suggestions of where to find my commitment mojo?