I’m not sure what it is about the weekends that I just don’t want to do much of anything when I get there. Considering it’s debatable just how much I do during the week and the fact I always think I’m not doing enough, why have my weekends been about doing as little as possible. Even when I say I’m going to use them to work out.
Never ending battle with my inner monologue, it seems.
I did not kick up the intensity today and I did not get my 3 20-minute workouts in.
I’m trying not to get too down on myself about it. I’m coming up on a month of Ring Fit Adventure and I’m noticing the usual pit falls I stumble in to approaching. Like stepping on the scale and finding out my weight has gone up. That starts that circular argument of if I’m putting in the work, why are things getting worse instead of better.
Placing so much stock in those numbers tends to do that.
See how quickly my brain forgot that I’m working out for longer periods of time now? That my stamina has gone up? That I’m resting easier when I do put in that time?
It’s ridiculous and so very frustrating that I can’t keep those amazing wins in my view and instead always focus on the weight.
This week, I’m trying to be kinder to myself about that and focus on continuing to put in the effort. Monday, Wednesday, Friday…look out, because I’m coming for you.