Let the Games Begin . . .

Well, I made it through one solid week of Insanity workouts, which made me feel amazing and I was already starting to see progress; but, I missed a day -- then two. Now it's been three days since I last did the Insanity workout. This makes me feel bad, depressed and like a loser. BUT, instead of trying to get back on the wagon, I'm moping.

My husband has been dutifully working out to the Insanity videos for the last 5 or so weeks, and his results are amazing. I'm looking at his results, and I still can't make my butt workout. 

My hubby's been great, too -- he's not been pressuring me to participate, but is encouraging in very considerate and sweet ways. Tonight, for example, he did his workout, we had dinner and, knowing that I always say exercise makes me feel better/happier, he even offered to wash the dishes so I could take the dog for a quick walk and shake off my bad mood. BUT, instead of taking him up on it, I chose to mope (and have a cup of hot freakin' chocolate).

I am -- clearly -- my own worst enemy. I know this. Honestly, it's like I'm putting up my own roadblocks. I honestly don't know what it's going to take to make me stick to something. And, boy, is it cyclical . . . let me show you, and you tell me if this sounds familiar . . .

ARRRGGH!!! I am so frustrated with myself -- which makes me feel badly/worse about myself -- which then makes me mopey -- which makes me want to curl up and go to sleep -- and to eat -- which then makes me frustrated -- which then makes me feel badly/worse about myself . . .  and, so on . . . you get the picture.

This battle is not Kate vs. Food . . . this is Kate vs. Kate.