I always have a million things I could/should be doing.

I took yesterday and today off from work to spend with Ben, Will, and Sam because they’re all off for the week. 

Every single day I know that I’m going to work out. It’s not a could/should. I know I’m going to do it. I rarely even have a thought that maybe I won’t or don’t want to. I enjoy it and I want to workout even when I’m tired. 

Almost everything else is optional. 

Since September 27th, eating clean and correctly (for my goals) has also become something I just do. But, unlike workouts, I still think about eating bad food (and a lot of it) all the time. 

When I go to work I take with me exactly what I’m going to eat for the day. Then I get home and go to the gym. We have a pretty tight weekend routine as well. 

Yesterday and today have been a little more difficult. I keep thinking of food. And then I’m like, “Go clean out the pantry!” But, that sounds soooo….. boring! So, I sit here and think about food and then things I could/should do. I’ll go back and fourth between those two things until it’s finally time to eat and go to bed.

This is the hard part. 

The mental game.