Adventures with D: A Confession

09 August, 2014

The other day while checking out Facebook while eating breakfast (don't tell D! as breakfast is totally off the table right now, but I'll get to that next week), I stumbled across this blog post: 10 Things I Want My Daughter to Know About Working Out. I must confess that when I read the title, my initial reaction was a massive eyeroll. I know. I know. Super judgmental, but I am happy to say I was wrong and it is totally worth the read.


It is kind of hard to believe that I have been working with D for 6 weeks.


If you would have asked me when I started how long I'd be with him, I would have told you "Eh....until the package of sessions I bought runs out." But now I'm finding myself reworking the 'ole budget to factor in my time with him. It's kind of hard to deny yourself this little extravagance when it really does make you feel A LOT better.

But there is one thing I must confess.

I am afraid I'm not going be able to keep it up.

Physically and mentally.

Yes, in even a short amount of time there have been some big changes but I'm exhausted.

My head hits the pillow at 10pm and I'm out. But then getting up at 6am to walk Bandit is a struggle. Around 2pm, I'm ready for a nice long nap and by the time my evening workouts roll around I'm dragging ass and even a quick 30 minutes on the elliptical or treadmill feels like a marathon.

Mentally there are days when I just can't seem to get it together and NOT feel like a complete failure. There are times when I want nothing more than to just give up and stay down on the floor of the fitness studio and just stare at the ceiling. Those are they days that make "coming back tomorrow" extremely difficult.

I'm hoping this is just the fatigue of having a new dog on a totally wonky schedule, work still being a bit busy and trying to work out my fitness routine and will soon pass but worry that I'm going to burn myself out and not be able to pick it back up again.

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