It's Friday! I am so close to being in a slump, it's not even funny! Discouraged about no weight loss, discouraged about lack of exercise, discouraged about food. I'm in the danger zone!
Because I was in the depths of discouragement (I am not a drama queen), I laid down on the couch and closed my eyes for a few minutes as soon as I got home. It would have been so easy to stay there. I had no real motivation to get up and go anywhere or do anything. Luckily my husband came home and asked the question I needed someone to ask me. "Are you going to workout today?"
I answered yes while yawning. It would have been so easy to say no. But I got up, got dressed, and took off to the rec center. I listened to songs that I could sing really loud to in hopes of waking up. I plan on running with Kelly tomorrow, so I didn't wear my running shoes. Instead of warming up with a jog, I decided to try the rowing machine. It didn't look like a fancy one. The display is very small and there is no calorie count and the distance was in kilometers. All I know is that I rowed for 5 minutes to warm up. I could feel it in my arms, and I concentrated on keeping my abs in.
Then I was awake. I looked around, and the gym was pretty empty. I had the mat to myself! I ran through the "Kyle" circuit again. I felt so much better. It's a tough program, but I was in the middle of it and getting out of my slump. Then I realized I was listeing to the wrong voice. There are some pretty mean things that go on in your head if you let them. It's not a slump; It's just a bad week. Not even a full week. I can do this. I thought of Anne from Anne of Green Gables, '...tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet.'
I took my refreshed attitude to the recumbent bike. I rode for twenty minutes and cooled down for two. The workout lasted an hour, but I felt better and encouraged once again. But I'm not out of the danger zone. The danger zone will always be lurking, ready to take me down in a weak moment.
I think I prefer being in the zumba zone.