A Kind of Excuse

Today I made the decision not to workout.

It made me think of the phrase (or proverb): "I always regretted it when I don't exercise. I never regret it when I do. I've never had a workout where I felt guilty I went."

I chose not to because I have an appointment at 7 for an eyebrow waxing. I exercised yesterday and got so excited I did not sleep until 12 and I was awake at 6am. If I exercised, that means removal of makeup, getting sweaty, showering, re-applying makeup, driving to the appointment, going, coming home, showering again / washing face again, all before having dinner. I waited until very late for dinner yesterday and it about killed me.

I have decided that to compensate for this, after I return from my appointment (I really, really hate that I had to change it to weekday evenings...), I've showered, flossed, brushed teeth, and rinsed, that I will go to bed an hour earlier to wake up an hour earlier and do my cardio workout then. Then after work I will continue on. I don't think a single twice-a-day will do much hard when one will be cardio and the other strength training.

Now to just hold myself to it.

On the upside, I've been very good about my diet. I have decided that despite my absolute LOVE for the yolk in eggs, I need to give it up, which I have. Sadly. Mornings are either egg whites scrambled or egg white omelet with spinach and tomato and sometimes avocado. I have been eating chicken (which I really do hate), and raw salmon (which I love, but only when extremely fresh). I found quinoa and made a pound of that to eat. I've been eating fruit throughout the day and even got some ham, green beans, and potatoes together for my crock-pot party.

Either way, there's progress. This isn't a setback, just a workaround,