The problem? I'm have been pretty undisciplined as of late when it comes to working off said yummy/naughty eats. It's one thing to enjoy food and maintain a balance of healthy sustenance and indulgent happiness, but the scales have tipped (literally) when clothes are tight, skin is dull, energy is low and you can't remember the last time you had three meals in a row with lots of vegetables.
Many of us know this cycle all too well, so I won't belabor y'all with my whining. (Mostly because this is completely within my control and I've simply been lazypants.)
However, I am thankful to report that I finally mustered the decisiveness to hop back on that treadmill. I have gone back and forth with exercise for most of my life, and since moving from a very active, health-conscious town like Austin, I have chosen to spend most evenings comfortably lazing on the couch, wondering why my pajama pants are the only clothes I love anymore. (A travesty given my wardrobe is quite nice in my estimation.) The attitudes that creep in when you don't feel healthy (which is not necessarily the same thing as overweight) are the worst and can be quite debilitating.
I am definitely the type who gets super amped about working out, stocking up on running pants and fueling up on good protein and water throughout the day, then fizzles out a month in and plants myself on the well-worn couch with a bag of Flaming Hot Cheetos. But I choose to focus on the starting again. Over and over.
True, my zeal may not last forever. But I will feel better, look better and behave better if I at least keep at it. I saw a quote somewhere (probably Pinterest, nerd) that said, "The hardest step for a runner is the first one out of the front door." True story.