I have the sense that people expect Barbie to bring it hardcore all the time in the kitchen and on the mat. So, I always feel especially guilty when I've been imperfect. Oh, yes, this is a confession:
Today was my first workout since the NYC Turkey Burn on Friday, November 28th. OMG! I missed three workouts!
Well, Barbie, tell us! tell us! How do you feel?! Well....
Part of me feels like a slacker, a fat one. I kept feeling my belly today, wondering if the turkey and my mom's pina coladas had found a permanent home in the form of fat. I know that can't be true, but still, the feeling was still there.
I'm glad for that pesty feeling, too, now that I think about it. I don't want to miss more than a few workouts. A few missed workouts once in a blue moon (say, every few months) is no big deal. I'm pretty happy with my results and right now, my search for a six pack is not as pressing as it was this past summer.
I had so much fun sharing a few drinks with friends this past holiday and oh, my mom's pineapple cake was to die for. Oh, it was so worth it! ...Oh, oh...but on the other hand...I do think I looked a little plump in the mirror today. Oh, what is a girl to do?
In a perfect world I would not miss a workout. I would be able to control my pina colada cravings and limit myself to 3 ounces of turkey. Heck, in a perfect world I wouldn't have to worry about any of this.
But, alas, we do not live in a perfect world. We live in a world of choices. We are the choices we make.
After three days of unstructured living, I decided that my abs are important to me. Shallow or not, I don't really care. I spent ten hours at an airport yesterday waiting to get on a plane back home. I could have easily had fast food, but instead I opted for the salads and zone-friendly snacks. Tonight, even though I was truly dead tired, I brought it good with Burn it Up. The 59 minute workout felt endless. No, really, it was such a drag. But, I know what I want and I know what I have to do to get it.
Little miss imperfect is back on the wagon, moving forward in the right direction. Das what I'm talking about!