Week Two, Day Two

I'm not gonna lie... Today sucked. I spent all of last night in a perpetual state of anxiety due to work related things and tossed and turned and the last time I looked at the clock, it was like 2:30am. So, needless to say, I was a little tired and irritated when my husband woke me up at 8am to go workout. 

Whether or not I wanted to admit it, this moment was going to be a defining one in this journey. I could skip it completely and stay in bed. I could let him go and do it when I got up which may or may not have happened. Or I could suck it up and go. 

I've already explained that I'm a quitter. Notorious in fact. But this is one situation I don't want to be a quitter. Being a quitter means staying fat. Staying unhealthy. It means continuing to hate my body and the way I look.  

So I got up. 

And it wasn't a miraculous workout. It was hard. I dragged ass. My head pounded and I wanted to quit. But I finished. I wish I could tell you that I felt so good afterward, that getting out of bed changed my entire day and set me on the path to a fantastic mood. But that would be lying. I felt okay when I was done. I still had a headache. I was still pissy from not getting enough sleep. 

But I finished. I made the choice to not quit and that's what made it worth it.