And like that, I’ve fallen off the wagon.
I spent much of my weekend being disappointed in myself on retrospective analysis of my week. It’s been a rough one. I haven’t been motivated or self-disciplined enough to stick to habits that might help me achieve some of the goals I set for the year, and might also have helped my body regulate a better mood.
I’ve only been able to keep my protein caloric intake at 30% for 2 of the first 17 days of the year, and I’ve altogether given up on the 30-day “Arm Challenge” that I started. Oh, and did you notice I’m not responding to any prompts? I thought they would help with self-discovery and growth, but I honestly just gave up once the prompts got more introspective and deep (eg. “what does happiness mean to you”). I’ve also felt disconnected from D, significantly increased my screen time, and haven’t been able to regulate my frustration and stress.
Okay, Negative Nancy…
Maybe I should be proud that I’m 10% of the way through Book #2. Or that I’ve continued the daily plank, even when D hasn’t felt like it. Or, that we’re going to be on budget for groceries in January, and had multiple very honest and productive discussions about money.
I definitely should be proud that I’m sticking to my running training schedule, even though opening Strava just makes me feel inadequate AS FUCK. I also know that I should definitely be proud that I limited my overtime to 0 hrs at work this week.
Guess it feels good to end on a good note…