Howdy from Cheecargo!
Texas is brown. I dislike Texas alot. It’s such a treat to sit out on a porch and remember that there is such a color as green and it is possible for plants to be alive. And I’m not sweating my booty off at 8:00 in the morning.
While I enjoy a lovely breakfast with different dishes 🙂 Ohhh the little things in life. I brought my handy dandy snackpack *just in case* so I had some Kashi cereal that was ready to be devoured with fresh (already-pitted) strawbs and half a banana.
My aunt is an incredible baker, and has been one of my main inspirations in opening a bakery in the future. These muffins are always freshly made when we come, because I’m obsessed to say the least. They’re cinnamon banana, with a crumb topping which cannot be beaten by even the darkest of chocolates.
Yesterday I said I was excited to get away from home and just relax with family without having to worry about work, school, blah blah blah. Still, I brought along my snackpack (which is almost gone already) and some workout DVDs so I could still be active and would have no excuses to get out of it.
Welp, this morning I was just not feeling working out at all. And you know where that left me? In an extreme guilty state, fretting over what’s going to happen to my body by the end of the day if I don’t get in some sort of workout. I contemplated skipping breakfast because I “couldn’t afford the calories” and I almost had a panic attack thinking about a second day off in a row.
Okay, I am on vacation people. I’m not eating 8 Big Macs and 5 pounds of spaghetti in one sitting, so I probably won’t blow up like a whale overnight. I came to relax and already I’m stressing out more than I was back at home. Ach when does this end!
I said a quick prayer about it and surrendered my body and day to our freaking awesome God and was reminded that my body isn’t mine, and taking a few days off won’t hurt a thing. It’ll actually probably help. It will be challenging, but after
surviving enjoying Italy without a real workout for 8 days, I know I can make it through four days.
Do you deal with exercise guilt? How do you overcome it? Okay obviously there’s no hiding that I do, and usually instead of giving into the guilt, I challenge myself to take a few more days off than planned just to prove to my irrational mind that there is nothing wrong with resting!