This week I really struggled to start my workouts. I ate pizza on Monday, and slacked off on Tuesday for no reason. I finally did an upper body workout today (Wednesday). I normally get one workout done by Tuesday.
I will complete two more workouts this week before I board a flight to Asia on Sunday.
But it dawned on me how hard it is to do hard things consistently. I am not new to exercising and I identify myself as someone who don’t skip workouts. I kept my weekly three workouts routine since 2014 and I already worked out 86 times so far this year. Yet…it is very hard to push every single time.
That’s probably why it feels great to complete a workout (or that pesky item on the to-do list that’s getting rescheduled for eternity!). Every. Single. Time.