Life is out-seriousing me.
I haven't been to the gym in almost a week (first my period whallopped me, and then the second bridal shower kept me from the gym for 3 days as well as making food logging a challenge/utterly depressing). I ate Dunkin Donut Cinnamon Sugar Munchkins. I ate Eggplant Rollatini with Ricotta. I ate cake. I ate a NYC everything bagel (got walnut/raisin cream cheese and didn't like it, so I scraped it all off).
So with 10 days left in my 100 (miles) in September challenge, I'm way behind. I've completed 51 miles. I need to run 5 miles every day until the end of the month, with only 1 day of wiggle room. This means, it'd behoove me to double up and do 10m (~16k) on the weekend.
However, this weekend I'm scheduled to travel this weekend as well. I did the only thing I could -- asked the person I'm supposed to visit if she has guest passes to her gym. I figured it was worth asking about versus stressing out. Luckily she was able to accomodate the request. This is a huge relief.
This morning I woke up late. I didn't get to the gym.
I haven't eaten lunch (unless you consider a spoonful of peanut butter lunch).
I need to get back into the swing of things. I was doing so well there for a while.
I will not feel like a failure. I'll just acknowledge this as all part of the struggle.