I eat well and stay hydrated all day in anticipation of a 5-mile run at 7pm with my running pal, Kristy.
We do the run, and it's a good one.
I then come home and eat a huDge bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream.
I go and (sort of) do a Bosu class at the ass crack of dawn.
I then proceed to eat a decent breakfast (oatmeal), a semi-okay lunch (turkey on flatbread and a mini cup of pasta salad), and then at 3:00, decide to "reward" myself with a bag of assorted bulk candy (whoppers, sour patch kids, CHOCOLATE COVERED GUMMY BEARS) that immediately makes me feel nauseous afterwards.
Kristy and I meet at 4:45am to go running. We are both still sore from the frickin' Bosu. My legs feel like I'm sludging through a swamp. I want to stop. She suggests we just run for 20 minutes. I stop at 19 minutes to walk.
Because we didn't run our usual 4-5 miles, I get back to the house early. Instead of riding the bike for at least 20 minutes to make up for my wussy-ness, I crawl back into bed.
I do stuff like this to myself ALL THE TIME.
Never being consistent.
Always letting myself down.
(And please tell me I'm not the only one!)