Every few months, I realize all the wine and pasta I’ve been stuffing my face with for weeks, have caught up to me. I start workouts, do pretty well, get back to looking pretty good, then, I stop.
Having the drive after working the job that I do, can be pretty difficult. I start every day, six days a week, at 6 am. Rain or shine. Snow. Wind. I do it all. It can be a very physically demanding job at times. Most of the time, I just want to come home and sit. Usually accompanied by a glass of wine. Or a bottle. But hey, the bottle is made of glass, right? 🙂 The horses make it worth it though. I mean, how can you resist this face?
You have to groom him afterward, that’s how. 🙂
Anyways, my journey is always ongoing. I start and I stop. Then try really hard not to feel guilty about it. One of the hardest things for me to grasp is that sometimes, life just happens. It is CONSTANT work to stay in shape. You have to go at it every day, or at least several times a week. Sometimes, I am just plain ol’ tired. I am working really hard on being okay with that, but honestly, most of the time I’m not. Seeing other people and how determined they are to make it all work and they just do it. I know that I don’t need to compare myself to anyone else. Because in all reality, where will that get me? Nowhere.
I started working out again seriously two weeks ago. Half the week the first time and got caught up in a million other things. Then last week, I was sick. So now this week, I’m determined to be more determined. I have to be. For my health and future. There’s only so far down a rabbit hole one can go before you get lost. I don’t want to be that lost. Ever. But even when I start to feel bad about myself, I just do arm day and my biceps make me feel a little bit better. Maybe there is light at the end of the tunnel?
PS. Yes, my shirt does say Wino-Saur. 😉