The Cereal Quitter I Wish I Was

I didn’t work out because…

• It all started when I cut my left pinky finger last Wednesday.  Well, not really…
• It all started when we went on vacation at the end of March and I fell in love with IHOP Cinna-Stack french toast and just missed it so much that I couldn’t re-focus.  Well, not really…

I’m a serial quitter (as opposed to a cereal quitter, which would not be a bad thing for me, haha!); I am not even a dedicated quitter – I’ll quit the same thing over and over.  I’m also an excuse queen.  There is always a reason WHY.  I think I am sick of my own excuses though.

I cut my finger last week and, of course, it got infected.  I had all the plans in the world to go to bootcamp, so I went to urgent care to get some antibiotics.  The doctor, though, had other ideas and there was a procedure and bandages to be left on for 24 hours.  After judging the pain level I was in (it hurt MORE AFTER the procedure), my guy, my friend, and I all decided that bootcamp might not be the best place for me that night – and I wouldn’t get to go back until mid-July as they are on vacation for the first week.  Even with my self-surgery moment 12 hours into the 24, I was pretty down and sore.

I feel like this is a Choose Your Own Adventure gone wrong.

• What I should have done is taken Thursday night off and gone to the gym on Saturday and Monday to work out and keep up my fitness during the holiday weekend.
• What I decided to do was let my pinky be my excuse to quit all my good habits and proceeded to eat my way through the weekend while my pedometer wilted from inactivity.

If I continue on this path, my first bootcamp back is going to hurt like my first time did (oh, the muscle soreness…) and I have worked way too hard to go back to that.  So, I am re-directing my quitting/excuse energy into making a plan for the next two weeks and sticking to it:

•  Run at the gym for 45 minutes this Wednesday and Saturday, and do the same next Tuesday.
• Do my medicine ball DVD twice this week (Thursday and Sunday), and once next week (Wednesday).
• Get my eating back under control (focus on whole foods and planned lunches and dinners) and work on not getting thrown off course

If I can do all of this, I am going to treat myself either to some new workout clothes (that actually fit me – I look like a fool sometimes at bootcamp trying to pull up my pants when doing burpees) or the Polar HRM I’ve been coveting since my birthday last November.

I am not the old me who would just give up.  I know I can do this.  I just need to do it!  Bring it on, July!!!