And we all know what Monday means? Yes, it’s that new beginning that I promise myself every weekend. This Monday I will exercise, eat more veg, drink more water, track, weight, diet, preen, pluck … I may have gotten a bit carried away with that sentence.
But, cliche aside, that is the plan. Sandi, here, describes how she plans to keep a diary and see if that helps. I like this plan. I’ve often kept a diary and it has often been useful so I have found a notebook and a pen and started. So far it does not mention food, exercise or personal growth. Instead it is all about my family. I think I may have missed my own point.
You know I was all optimistic on Sunday. Fah to yet another “New Start” post, I thought. I’ll go for a run and start tracking on Monday and write about that. And lo that is what has come to pass!
So I went for a run. That was nice. No really it was. I covered nearly 10k in 1:16. Not bad for me. I had a look at my previous 10k times and it’s pretty good. This time last year my 10k time was 1:33.
Of course, things are not all sunshine and roses. I have injured my foot. I tripped over a curb a couple of weeks ago (sober! even more embarrassing!) and I thought it was better but apparently not. I’m not sure if it’s worth going to the doctors. I’ll rest it up for a couple of days and see what happens. I suspect that wearing nothing but the same old pair of Converse for the last three months hasn’t been helping my feet either. And I need a new pair of running shoes. I have a plan. The plan is to rest my feet for the next few days and use the time wisely to search the internet for new shoes.
I am seriously miffed about my foot. There is no two ways about it. If I run I am happier, I eat better, I am more organised. I must, must try to get round this. The entire endeavor should not be abandoned just because one part isn’t going well.
Ahhhhhh, birthdays, cakes, visitors, half term, a bad cold, distractions, distractions, excuses, excuses ….
So, basically, I have not tracked a single days worth of eating. I have managed a couple of half hearted runs.
This is not the new start I have been looking for.
Things are going to be busy here this weekend. Cakes, birthdays, visitors, colds, Halloween, excuses, excuses.
But next week, next week there will be a new start.
First, I’m going to have a lemsip, a glass of brandy and a slice of cake.
Doomed, doomed I tell you.