Have I mentioned that I’m not perfect? I’m often applauded for my determination and motivation and stick-to-it-iveness – and I appreciate the pats on the back – but I’m far from the perfect role model.
Take yesterday, for instance: I had planned on getting up early and going for a run.
I didn’t.
As I was sleeping that extra hour, I decided I would work out after work.
I didn’t.
All night, in fact, I kept saying to myself: You need to exercise. A few push ups is not a work out. Get your butt in gear and do something!
I didn’t.
Some days, it’s just so difficult to overcome the trials of the day – or not even trials, just events. Even though I knew what I should have done, I simply didn’t feel like it.
So I didn’t.
