I am officially my own worst enemy.
I started this month with a hiss and a roar – yoga sessions at home, with a couple of good walks and resistance workouts thrown in for good measure. I was drinking loads of water and nibbling on carrots and fruit when I was feeling peckish.
Then we were all struck down with a four-day stomach bug, followed almost immediately by a nasty cold I picked up from our friends’ almost-two-year-old son in Auckland. Sick mummy + sick toddler-who-woke-a-lot-in-the-night-because-he-couldn’t-breathe = very sloooooow recovery.
Then the weather played up; there were some less-than-pleasant days where I decided going for a walk or run in “that wind” would be further detrimental to my health, and days when my sinuses were so clogged that attempting even a few yoga poses was out of the question.
And then I lost all motivation. I decided that this month’s challenge was already a failure, so why bother trying to chase after the wagon and haul myself back on??
I’m disappointed that once again, the invisible brick wall I always build between myself and fitness has risen up and prevented me from achieving this month’s goal. I know I shouldn’t berate myself for getting sick and not having the energy to do anything physical, but I also know that I probably held onto that excuse for a few extra days, when I would have actually benefited from some light exercise.
The good news is that today, I’ve managed to catch up to that wagon (swimming lessons with Tiny plus a big walk, plus yoga tonight), and I’m determined that next month, I’ll conquer two challenges instead of just one. I know that I’m only accountable to myself for this, but having written it down, for all-and-sundry (or no one) to read, I feel like I need to make this happen. I need to be able to say, “Yep, I did everything I set out to do on this journey”, otherwise the whole thing will seem pointless.
I thought that my first month‘s challenge – confidence – would be tough, but it turns out that was a piece of cake compared to this!