Confessions

I took the past week off from running/working out for my mental health. On Monday, after we had put the kids to bed and it was time to go get on the treadmill and run, I realized that I was just completely physically and mentally exhausted. So I figured it was from the weekend away from home and the lack of sleep from the weekend. Decided to take a day of rest and that I would be ready to go the next day. Tuesday rolls around and I'm just still not feeling it. After we put the kids to bed I got on the treadmill and was miserable. My left knee and calf were bothering me a little bit (which I think may have just been in my head), so I ended up running/walking a mile and half before I called it quits. My head just wasn't in it anyway so I decided to just take the rest of the week off. I felt good about my decision to rest for most of the week. I also made sure that my eating was completely in check. But then by Friday that all kind of unraveled. I'm an emotional eater and something got triggered and it snowballed from there. I'm not going to make excuses. Just going to kind of assess where I'm at and what the deal is, suck it up and move on. Thats all I can do really. I refuse to wallow in self pity. My workout goals for the week may be a little ambitious considering the past week but I've got to come back guns blazing if I want to get over the hump. I'll probably end up doing a running/walking combination to get through the miles, but miles are miles. Doesn't really matter how you finish them, just as long as you finish.