Some days workouts bring out all kinds of emotions. I pushed through Piyo Core, but not without a few tears.
It's so tempting to give up, to call it a day when workouts, life or kids are challenging.
I get even more discouraged as I realize how trivial my "challenges" are, and why in the world can't I just choose JOY? Right, it's just not that easy. I drift further and further into my pity pond, and can't quite make good choices. And it all happens so quickly it seems. One week is super fantabulous, and then the next is horrendous.
Yesterday I completely crashed. I got slammed in the face with my failures, insecurities and shortcomings and I wasn't prepared. I succumbed. I hid in my room and instructed the children to parent themselves for the afternoon. (They responded surprisingly well to that suggestion.)
Strangely enough, it was watching an episode of What Not to Wear that lifted my spirits, combined with an hour by myself while Matt took the girls out for dinner. I watched someone else be transformed from a frumpy assistant with no confidence into someone who saw the beauty in herself. It encouraged me to do the same. But, on the inside.
So, here's to a new day. A workout completed. A grocery list done. A quiet house for a few more hours. Dinner planned and an unscheduled rest of the week.