Typically I've tried to make it a practice to work out every day that I am able to in the beginning of the week, so if an unexpected event occurs, it doesn't derail my goals for the week. In this case I wasn't sticking to that philosophy. It may have been anxiety from worrying that something unexpected would happen later in the week, or perhaps it was simply knowing in my heart that I didn't have a great excuse for not going, but as the evening wore on, I realized I was not enjoying the time off as much as I had expected. I was too busy feeling bad that I had not pushed myself to go, and I did not like feeling this way. It was an all too familiar feeling from my past when I lived with the guilt because I was continually sabotaging my fitness efforts.
Somewhere between 7:30 and 8:00 PM, I realized I had to let this feeling go. I wasn't that girl anymore. I was committed to a lifestyle change and all of my actions were supporting that. Taking a night off, even though it was in the beginning of the week, was OK. I would make my goal this week, because I knew that if push came to shove later this week, I would push myself through any unexpected event to meet it. I had already proven that I could. I might scold myself for having put myself in that position, but I would still get it done. It was OK to take a day off.
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