To Admit Defeat

Okay, so yesterday wasn't the greatest of all days. After my interview I came home with the full intention of going out for my run... but as I sat there the option became less and less enticing. The weather felt nice when I was outside... but sitting on the couch with the window open all I could feel was this cool draft of air wafting in and making goose pimples rise on my arms. I kept trying to tell myself that once I got out there it would feel nice... that once I started running I would get warmed up... but it seems my lazy side won out that time.

I am not going to beat myself up about this too much as long as I don't make it a habit. It is only week two and I have been doing pretty well in terms of exercise if I do say so myself. I am planning on giving myself 2 days off this week... so yesterday is just one of those days. Today I am going to work out... even more, today I am going to go running. Whether that be outside (if the weather permits) or on the treadmill, I am going to do it. It is all for the best, anyhow.

I do have some news that I am rather proud of. Yesterday when my significant other came home he was begging for some fast food. Not just your small beg, the big whiney type beg. I told him that he was more than welcome to get that food but that I, on the contrary, would be eating at home. This is the second time this week that the bf has wanted fast food and I have refused to get it. This is the second time that he has eaten it while I ate something healthy. It feels pretty good. It also feels empowering to know that I can make my own decisions even when I am with another person. For awhile there I have used our cohabitation as an excuse not to eat healthy. This last week I realized, though, that in order to change things I would have to take control and stick to my guns. Not to say that I am never going to eat out or indulge in those things... but during the week I am strictly eating at home. This is also week 2 for eating at home, which I must mention is quite a feat. Previous to that me and the bf were eating out pretty much every single night. Can you imagine the calories and harm that did to our health? He has the metabolism of a 16 year old boy though so of course he doesn't show it. Not that it is good for him.

So that is the run down. I will continue to eat healthy and slowly but surely it will start to rub off on the boyfriend. In addition, I will be working out today. More on that later.