How does the old saying go? "The road to hell is paved with good intentions." I'd say that applies to the road to chubby too.
For instance, yesterday I packed my gym bag and even changed into my gym clothes before leaving my family dinner that always happens on Tuesday nights. (As a side note, I highly recommend seeing family at least once a week to gain perspective on yourself and life in general.) I find that if I am already dressed for the gym, I run out of excises not to go more quickly. As I drove up to the freeway exit to my gym, I found that it was CLOSED! Derailed again! No fear, I told myself. How hard can it be to find an alternative route? Harder than you think when not only my exit was closed, but the entire road that my gym is on was shut down. I drove around and around for almost 45 minutes before conceding defeat. Nothing I could do would get me there.
Sick of the metaphorical and in this case, literal roadblocks in my weight loss quest, I grumbled the rest of the way home. I thought of popping in my Turbo Jam DVD and dancing my butt off (literally, I hoped) but remembered the precious 4 month old mini-dachshund pup, Chili, that just moved into my family a week and a half ago. No doubt with my recent string of luck, I'd stomp on her and break her long, gorgeous little back. GRRR.
Instead, I settled for taking both of my beautiful dogs for a walk. Although I felt like a puppeteer and managed to walk past two apartment complexes in which the occupants were having contests fit for a bachelorette in a strip club (WINK, WINK), I really enjoyed watching my crazy canines interact with each other as we clomped along the sidewalk. Claire (our black lab and star hunter) walked slower to accommodate Chili's tiny legs and Chili learned to sit better and cooperate more by following Claire's every move with fascination. It was a heart warming dance to be a party to.
Was this the sweat-drenched, calorie-torching workout I had in mind? Not even close. But I had a lot more fun this way. Still, I definitely need to get back in the groove of hard workouts ASAP. In the meantime, I have been managing to keep my weight steady with a stricter diet. I'll pat myself on the back for that accomplishment because summer is all about parties, tailgates and the accompanying party food. All things that I love. I find myself learning moderation. Slowly but surely.
My good intentions may not me propelling me forward at a breakneck speed as I'd like, but they are keeping my head above water. And as I tread this water, I'll try to appreciate the summer moments while my beautiful pups swim circles around me and just BE GLAD. Happy is more important than skinny. And that's the truth.