Yesterday was a close call!
I stuck to my routine and made it to the gym for my cycle class. Unfortunately, Baby Bananaface wasn't up to handling Playcare. They pulled me outta my class after about 15-20 minutes :o(
After that my mood started slipping. I was better enough to realize why and evaluate some options to try and fight the slide. My resolve crumbled pretty quickly though. My mom was supportive as far as encouraging me to hit another class ASAP. I just wasn't comfortable going to a noon class or one around dinner because of my obligations to BB. My family doesn't really appreciate the value of consistent schedules or nap times, so I try very hard to stick around and get those goals met.
Anyways. She saw me getting slack-faced and staring into the distance and recommended the rowing machine upstairs. I was noncommittal in my response and after a few moments she pointed toward my chest with an assertive jerk of her arm and said, "You get upstairs on that rowing machine."
I didn't appreciate the approach one bit AND I mustered up the courage to tell her so after the fact! In that moment though I was able to recognize how necessary it was for me to get a good workout ASAP and went upstairs to try the rower.
After plugging in my headphones and getting into a groove I managed to have a pretty decent workout. My mood improved pretty thereafter as well. A hot shower and some chores and a few rests (HGTV for the win) and I was getting back into the groove of things.
This morning my improvement has continued and I'm getting back into a proactive mindset. I've been emailing with the CrossFit gym the hubs looked into for me and I'm giving them a try tomorrow morning. I'm nervous and excited. I really hope it's a good fit and I'm still nervous about the level of intensity and fitness.
One day. One hour. Baby steps.
Oh! Baked some awesome bran muffins. Hope to post a picture of a luscious pie later this week ;o)
Thanks for being there for me, friends. Wishing you all a good week wherever you may be :o)