Ugh.

This is one of those days.

You know…….. those  days where you have your work out planned. Your gym bag packed. You’re so determined. All you can think about your last hour at your desk is pounding the treadmill.

Then the unexpected happens. A last minute meeting, a birthday party, dinner with clients, the list goes on and on.

And you feel like your whole plan is unraveling. The panic sets in, the sweat starts, and you can feel every inch of fat on your body acutely.

That my friend’s is how I feel at this exact moment.

I was so pumped for my run this afternoon, could not wait for it actually. And then the email from my mom came with the “Are you going tonight?” “Am I going to what??” “Your nephew’s birthday party…. “

OH CRAP! I thought that was next week… and then the self destruction begins –

• “You should have worked out this morning!”
• “You should have worked out on Sunday, so today could be your rest day”
• “One night off throws a wrench in your whole schedule”
• “That party is this weekend; I was determined to work out every day this week”
• “Am I going to gain a pound on birthday cake and wine?”
• "I think I spotted a new stomach roll..."
• "No wait that's an old one"

And on and on and on and on and on and on and blah blah blah blah … yuck yuck yuck……

After a few breathers, and a xanax little mental relaxation exercise. Something started to dawn on me. As much as I want to beat myself up for missing a day of exercise, I realize those aren’t rational thoughts. And in reality what is most likely to occur is that……..

• I will eat moderately as I am aware of my workout schedule.
• I will wake up in the morning and run an interval workout to make up for missing my jog today.
• I will walk my dog 3 miles tonight when I get home to burn an easy 300 calories.
• I will learn that life happens, and life goes on.
• Most importantly I will re-iterate to myself that this is a lifestyle, not a diet. And one day off the wagon never hurt anyone.
• And I really should stop counting my rolls, it's extremely unproductive.

So instead of making myself feel guilty tonight I am going to do the following:

• Wear a cute new sundress and rainbows and celebrate the fact it is 75 degrees in February.
• I will try to keep up with my nephew and hope running after him to make him hug me will burn a calorie or two.
• I will not skimp on the wine pours, and will definitely try a piece of birthday cake.
• And I will get over myself. Tomorrow is another day.

And hey when tomorrow morning comes and that treadmill is calling my name I will wake up with a gusto that defies me.

Ha.

I will at least enjoy my wine!