After Saturday’s big fat fail of a race, I was left feeling discouraged and let down. I went home in a depressed state feeling defeated. The rest of my Saturday was spent napping, eating, and napping some more. I finally had the energy to ride to church to help my mom clean some, but still felt completely exhausted and ill. I’m not completely sure if it was the aftermath of getting sick at the race, being tired from the previous night’s activities, or feeling bad about not living up to my 5k PR, but whatever it was, I had no mojo.
Most of you don’t know me in real life, but I’m rarely one to NOT be happy. I laugh about 97% of the time and am often known for being TOOOO happy. This depressed feeling just wasn’t working for me. I spent all of Sunday and today gorging myself with as much artery clogging food I could get my hands on. It was my way of punishing myself for not living up to my self made fitness standards.
I know that punishing myself is not the answer and can be harmful both on a physical and mental standpoint, but I just lost my mojo and didn’t know what to do. I’ve decided to start fresh tomorrow with my clean eating and marathon training plan. Just because I fell off my horse doesn’t mean I can’t hop back on. I’m hoping to put the weekend behind me and not worry about my shortcomings. I’ve came so far this year and need to really dig deep to find the same inspiration that allowed me to lose 57 pounds. I know I can do this, I just gotta find my mojo.