It’s 8pm on a Tuesday night and I’m alone in another Hampton Inn. This time I’m in Houston, Texas but I go all over the country for my full time job as a sales representative. Quite frankly, I love what I do but it’s an odd life. I’ve already spent 7 nights in 2 weeks away from home in hotels and rental cars and I quickly scan through my options as each day ends and dinner time approaches. It’s easy to go to a bar and grab a glass of wine or walk across the parking lot to the Jack In The Box for some deep fried tacos but these small decisions are what I’m fighting against. I’m no longer a travelling bachelorette, I’m a travelling mom and a wife and I am looking at 30 in less than 2 months, I made a conscious decision only recently that I can’t let that define me when I’m on the road 50% of time because I’ve recently gotten a taste of what it feels like to be at least a little self-respecting and eat better since my pregnancy last year.
I can’t tell you the excitement I have when I say I fought the urge to go out tonight and eat and drink until I couldn’t feel feelings- it’s the truth. I ate only half of my oversized ginger chicken at PF Changs and I found that my need to catch up with the last two weeks of Game of Thrones was a great excuse to get on the hotel Precor machine down in the fitness room. For the final 10 minutes of the show, while continuing to watch glued to my phone screen, I was too absorbed to feel the usual anxiety and angst I usually do as I did my crunches and planks. This is a marathon people, not a sprint. I realized that more than ever after facing a rough week recently and eating to my hearts’ content. I am focused and every little bit counts. I am excited to start my new workout program as soon as it comes in the mail (22 Min Hard Corp) but until then… every. little. bit. counts.
“Don’t beat yourself up”…I’m mumbling this to myself as I dream about the chocolate I engorged on only two days ago while on vacation…
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