I Almost Quit

The scary side of setting goals

Yesterday was the beginning of a new month and almost the end of my 22 day streak of walking 15,000 steps a day.

Two days ago I thought it was a loss, I was lacking in motivation but I turned that around in the afternoon.

Yesterday was a whole new bag of worms.

I went into town for errands and thought I’d be doing better after walking around the shops. Technically I was but I was still a whole long way off.

I had to do much when I came home and the hours simple slipped away until I had maybe 90 minutes before I would usually go to bed.

Cue walking *and* running on the treadmill.

I’d honestly almost fully decided to give up the whole goal which would be very much “me”

Giving up on goals is almost like a signature move I make.

Amazingly not this time though.

As I sit here I am now only 7 days away from completing this goal I set for myself.

It’s still not easy putting in the time for walking. Maybe I should add running in more.

The key difference is that I need to plan sports bras if I want to do that.

Either way. I’m doing the things. Just like I’m sitting here telling you about it which is of course another goal for myself.

It’s totally wild going after our goals.

It’s easy to love and hate it and feel very overwhelmed and afraid by it.

Like, am I actually capable of these things?

Well, I’m starting to believe that maybe I actually am :)