A Day of Reflection

My walking partner (AKA my dad) had to miss our walk yesterday due to an operation he was having, so I took the day off as well. I thought about it, and taking one day off (after an almost 30-day streak) would probably do me good. Apparently the resting phase of exercise is just as important as actually exercising.

But during the day, I started thinking about it a little too hard.

Logically, I know that not only is it okay for me to miss one day of exercise, it actually does my body good by letting it rest. I also slept for a good ten solid hours yesterday, and felt awesome all day long.

But then a little ounce of panic started to set in - oh my God, will this become a habit? Will I slip back into my old ways? OMG, what if I don't lose this week?!

Back to my regularly scheduled walk with my dad this morning I realized I'm fine. I'm okay with walking every single day because it's not exactly difficult to do, and it gives me some flexibility when one of us can't make it for the morning walk. I never thought I'd be at this point in my life- when missing one day of exercise causes me to freak out. Back in the day, I was lucky if I got any actual exercise in a 3-month span, let alone 7 days a week. That alone makes me feel pretty awesome, because I know I have come so far in 8 short months.

I know I will definitely lose this week, because I control what goes into my mouth- and I've been pretty darn good this week, I must say.

Speaking of, I'm doing well on the Hot 100 Challenge- getting in my exercise (minus the one day), not going overboard with food, and getting that water in :) I'm excited to see what the scale says this Saturday.

Have a great week everyone.