Excuses

I don't like excuses. But I do like reasons. I don't like guilt. So, I am pretty sure I do my best to figure out if I'm making excuses, which will make me struggle with guilt, or if I have reasons, which typically let me off the guilt hook.

As far as the whole workout thing this Advent season, I'm stuck trying to decipher between my reasons and my excuses. I honestly don't feel all that guilty because my days have been pretty productive, enjoyable, meaningful, and fun. I have been sticking to my one pop, and even some days, no pop, plan. But, I have not made it to the gym near enough as I had hoped. And in conversation with my hubby last night, I was reminded that my workouts, or lack thereof, really have an effect on me.

I am getting ready to get my crew out the door today to run some errands before coming home for a day of sewing, school, and cleaning. I am getting to go sing tonight for a Recovery group uptown, which I'm pretty excited about. So, anyway, I think I'm going to attempt to stop in the Y for just a quick job, spin, or something. Attempt. That is my goal.