I really wish I knew why my head is in such a bad place regarding exercise recently. I don't get it. I had been really loving the morning walks and while I haven't 'loved' the jogging experiment it hasn't exactly been painful. And yet recently I find myself dreading it, at least on jogging days. That more than anything else (okay, probably except extreme fatigue) leads to missed days.
Breakfast: Yogurt, coffee
Lunch: Everything omelet, redskin potatoes, sourdough toast, coffee
Out to lunch. Literally, not just figuratively.
Dinner: Leftover roast turkey, spicy beans.
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Exercise: Jog day. Got out there really late, so I dispensed with the usual pre-warmup walk. Walked for 5 minutes, was supposed to jog for 30. I quit at about 20 minutes. I ****ing quit. No ifs ands or buts, I quit. Walked the rest of the way home, pedometer said 2.25 miles in 36 minutes.
The quit was 100% mental. I wasn't hurting. I fought the desire the whole way, but eventually it won. I'm mad. Sad. Frustrated. If I'm going to accomplish this goal -- and I've already promised myself that if I do I can go back to walking immediately after -- I need to get my head straight.
This, not to put too fine a point on it ... this sucks.
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