Moment of Weakness

Yesterday, I was exhausted...I mean...I was so tired, I was delirious. My body is sore. I'm running on empty. I want to eat a cookie. I want to skip cardio. I want to do everything that I haven't been able to do for the last however many weeks.

I want to quit.

There - I said it.

I want to be done with prep.

Last night I was lying in bed, half asleep, when I said to Tom "I can't do it". He calmly asked, "What the f@%k are you talking about?" to which I replied, "I can't do it. I'm not going to make it to the end of this prep". Tom then said to me "Yes, you can. You've made it this far and you're going to make it to the end". I whimpered and said something about being a quitter and he lovingly patted my arm and told me to shut up &  go to sleep.

Obviously it was what I needed to hear because I turned over and fell right asleep.

When the alarm went off at 4:45 this morning, you want to know what happened? I got up, I put my workout clothes on, and I hit up round 1 of cardio...like a boss :)

Why?

Because my husband's right, I am going to make it to the end. I'm anything but a quitter. I had a moment of weakness & self-doubt and that's ok. It was a moment and now it's behind me.

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