The last couple of weeks, I’ve been in a funk. With my whole family getting norovirus at once, having to miss my son’s first birthday party because I was in urgent care, then my birthday and my husband’s birthday and my mom’s birthday all back to back… it’s been hard to get through and I realized that lately, my attitude has been in the toilet.
Anyway, this started my morning in a dark place and before I let it consume me, I realized what was happening. I gave myself a mental “bitch-slap” and forced myself to throw on my Lululemon shorts and get my butt downstairs to do some Les Mills Pump: Pump Revolution.
First of all, that workout kicked my butt. I am on my 4th scoop of P90X Peak Results & Recovery formula and still shaking like a leaf 30 minutes later. I upped my weights again to 70 lb in the squat and dead lift tracks and wow. By the time the shoulder track came about, I was already failing push-ups (which are my strongest exercise).
But something really important happened by the end. I realized I was barely even able to do the ab track and suddenly, my mind reset. I was humbled by my inability to perform perfectly and snapped out of the funk. I realized that it’s okay that my eating hasn’t been perfect lately. I’m one strong and determined woman and I have come so far, there ain’t no way in HELL I’m letting myself backslide. Today has been hard so far, but I’ve survived. I haven’t turned to food. I got my workout in despite the chaos this morning started off with and that’s what matters.
I also know now that I need to start reorganizing my day and forcing myself out of bed at 5 am, like it or not. Letting myself lie in bed lazily until 8 staring blankly at my Facebook newsfeed is not helping the way I feel.
So that’s it. Funk is over. Turbo Kick instructor certification and Coach Summit are coming and I want to be my best for both and that means there is NO ROOM for negativity. Period.