I've really got to pull my 'big girl' pants up and stop whining.
This morning, I trekked the 3 kids to the gym and started around the track. My goal was to run 2 miles, walk 1 and then run the final 2. Nice fantasy.
Half-way through the first mile, my side started to ache, my pants felt like they were going to fall down (the joys of being in between sizes) and my confidence was plummeting. So, I jumped on a treadmill and thought, "I'll finish this out here and be just fine." That's of course, when I doomed myself.
It is so true that it takes moments to jump off the fitness band wagon and what feels like decades to get back on it...and in many respects, after you've left, it's almost as though you have to prove yourself worthy, before you get an invitation to rejoin the club.
I'm trying to stay positive, patient and persistent especially since it's only been a few weeks, but damn...it's hard.