WEEK THREE:
I admit it; I had two cookies the other day. But it wasn’t my fault. My friend literally threw them at me after he bought them. What’s a girl supposed to do? I could have been rude and said, “Oh, no thanks. I’m on a diet.”
Would that have been a perfectly fine answer? In my defense, I only had a PB and J sandwich before then, so it’s okay, right?
Do you see what I did there? It’s called rationalizing, and it’s not a good idea. Too many times I can think of excuses why I can eat something or not go work out.
That happened to me many times last week. I admit, the workout schedule lagged a bit, but that was because I had a ton of homework and art things to work on. I’m rationalizing again.
There comes a time in every work out where things just seem to become boring, and you stare at the mirror and sigh, “Is this worth it? I’m not seeing many results.”
The answer is a resounding “yes.” And if you’re feeling that way, that’s when you need to stick to it the most.
Results take time and effort, and as I said in week one, you won’t be healthier overnight. It takes restraint and dedication. To spice things up, I have some interesting ways to break the monotony.
Unfortunately, I’m sure many times during workouts we all get a little discouraged, and I know for me my “pick-me-up” is food (especially unhealthy food).
Well, what if you could change that? From now on, instead of eating when you get discouraged, go for a walk, maybe even do some crunches, jumping jacks, you name it. Just get up and move.
If you’re feeling lazy and just want to watch television to take your mind off of school or work, use the commercial breaks for some mini workouts.
What are commercial breaks for anyway? Do you actually pay attention to them? I got that idea from a NASCAR commercial. Take that, haters.
Another fun way to get off the couch is to simply have your own personal dance party. Just turn on some music and boogie to it (old music lingo for the win).
To spare myself the embarrassment, I usually do this when I know no one else is around, because I have no rhythm and I probably just look like I’m floundering for a beat.
When it comes to getting up and moving, I’m more or less a statue. Once I’m comfortable, I really don’t want to get up. Instead of being a perch for pigeons to land and poop on, I know when times get boring and discouraging, I can’t rest; I have to get up and move.
Still, I really enjoyed those cookies.
Eat to live, not live to eat.
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