So, a little over two weeks ago, I announced right here that I was planning a new diet and exercise routine. And for the entire first week, I think I did great. For me, at least. I stuck to the plan, fasted for 16 hours a day, avoided alcohol and worked out.
And as always seems to be the case in my life, anytime I intend to try to start something new or get into a new routine, things go to hell. Let me explain.
The first night of my exercise plan, I was in workout mode. I got through the first set of exercises in my circuit and was starting on the second set when my father called. My father is 75 years old this year and he’s gotten to the point where he talks for hours on end about nothing in particular only to get to his point at the one hour mark. And thus, this interrupted my momentum.
Needless to say, I struggled through the rest of my set, after having an unplanned hour long break between circuits. I also discovered just how out of shape I truly am that night. For the next two days, I was so sore in my thighs, it was all I could do to stand up off the couch. That was expected, having done squats for the first time since I was in high school.
So, my initial momentum was thrown off. Then financial disaster struck us, nothing outrageous, but we had to deal with the stress and figure things out. Then Valentine’s Day and my 38th birthday happened. To celebrate, I had some beer with dinner. Then some more the next night, because you’re only 38 once!
Further, my father’s lady friend had to undergo surgery, he needed help with some things that required my time and talents, the ceiling in our bedroom needed repaired to the tune of almost 2 full sheets of drywall, it was tax time, etc. Basically I have excuses, and I realize that. But I don’t deal well with too much stress all at one time. If I can spread it out a bit, I can deal just fine.
It just felt like everything was going on at one time, and my focus turned to problem solving, not sticking to my plan. I need to work on that, personally.
What I’m saying here, is I have just slightly more than absolutely zero willpower. I tried to get back into my routine and just couldn’t work up the same desire as I initially had. But I’m not beating myself up here. I WILL get back up on that horse, and I am working to get everything else in order this week so I can start again next week with a clean slate.
In writing this post, I realize just how petty all of my excuses really are. I allowed myself to fall into the “yeah, but” trap. That’s a dangerous place to be, especially if you lack the willpower to push through it all. I think what I need is a fresh start with a clear mind.
I may have lost this battle, but I will not lose the war. I intend fully to turn 39 in a much better state of health and fitness.