I’ve been stressing about the half marathon that’s in 3 weeks for a few days now b/c I am not prepared.
And today I walked into the kitchen from the bedroom & told Scott: I don’t want to go to the party tomorrow.
S: “Wait, what?! You were just talking about how you love to go out & you miss people, and you want to go out more.”
Me: “Yep, but I feel crappy, and I’m addicted to gummy bears, and I don’t want to have to put on a dress and go out.”
S: “???!!”
Then I realized: I have goals in mind, and then I set ridiculous goals, and then I feel overwhelmed, and I just check out.
Not only do I not reach the goals, but then I don’t do anything at all.
I need to set smaller, more realistic goals that I can achieve more consistently.
So, that’s what I’m doing now.
I am starting tonight. We’re going for a walk. And I’ll be thinking about the half marathon I’m supposed to run in 3 weeks… and how I’d rather just ride my bike. 🙄🤣
