I’ve started running again. My favorite human and I decided to make healthier choices in 2017, because that’s a cheesy thing that people do, and we’re gonna do a 5k together in May (or we’re planning on it). So I’ve been running a couple miles four days a week and doing yoga everyday and eating healthier.
Last week I was tired. I went on one of my longer runs and I wasn’t super motivated, but I knew I had to do it. I needed to get this run in. Not long after I started my run, I looked across the street, and coming up the sidewalk, moving the opposite direction that I was running in, was a man in a wheelchair. He was alone. And I thought to myself, if he can do it, than I can finish this run. And I did. I was motivated. Because I am strong.
I needed new jeans. I went to Huntsville with a friend and I was looking for a size for in a certain wash and cut. I have been wearing a six, but I know that I can fit into a four, so I wanted a four. I was being loud, in a comical way. We were digging through the piles of jeans at Old Navy, because I wanted that size four. I then overheard the girl shopping next to me ask the attendant for help. She couldn’t find a size 18 short in the color that she wanted. And I felt bad. Because I was complaining about not being able to find a four. I never did find the four, so I had to buy a six anyway. But they are loose, so there’s that.
I’ve been thinking about how everyday is a new day. It doesn’t matter how much you eat on one day, you still need to eat enough calories the next day. Your body resets. If you mess up on Monday, that doesn’t mean that Tuesday is going to be bad.
A lot of people think that 2016 was terrible, and they’ve given up on 2017. My roommate has already given in to drinking, when she said she didn’t want to this year. It’s still the middle of January.
But I’m not giving in. I’m resolving to be stronger. Failure will only motivate me. Doesn’t matter whose failures they are.