By Thursday, I realized it wasn't reasonable for me to make up the missed workout. I decided to just get back on my regular schedule and let it go. But I'm still feeling bad.
Part of me thinks it's ridiculous to worry so much -- I exercise 6 days a week most weeks, it's not a huge deal if I only get 5 workouts in every once in a while. That's my rational mind thinking.
My irrational mind believes this is the beginning of a slippery slope that leads back to tight-fitting size 14 jeans and an overall lack of fitness.
I'm guessing the truth is somewhere in the middle. And what I'm wondering is, how do I make peace with missing the occasional workout while continuing to push myself on a day-to-day basis? Where is the middle ground? I have to figure that out. Right now, my usual response to a week like this one is to say I'll put it behind me and do better next week -- that I'll complete all my workouts. And that's certainly what I'll aim for. But how can I learn to be consciously OK with myself if I miss one because life gets in the way? Hopefully I can come up with some kind of answer before I go off track again.
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