September 1, I fell off the wagon...

I must admit something.. I fell off the wagon... (but now I'm back on it!)

When my girlfriends and I were in Malta I did visit two CrossFit boxes (more about them later on) and had a great time but I also drank too much (mostly too often) and was not careful enough about what I was eating. After we got back I really started slacking, my 29th birthday was approaching and I felt ill. To me that meant: no time to work out but time for comfort food (read: junk food). I ended up feeling like I didn't want to move or work out ever again.

The first of September was also approaching so I made some resolutions, start working out again and eat healthy again. You have to realize that my disinterest in sports was so big that I really had to force myself to go to the box yesterday (August 31st). My head kept saying, it is not September 1st, you don't have to go yet. I have no idea where this negative feeling came from and I have never felt like this before. Luckily, my boyfriend pushed me yesterday to go and do a workout and I went. It took me over 40 minutes into the class before I started to enjoy it. The first forty minutes I felt like: "What am I doing here? I want to go home and sleep a little bit.".

It was strange for me to feel so negative about sports but after working out yesterday that feeling has faded and I feel like I'm ready to kick some ass tonight!