I failed. I failed. I failed. That is what I keep telling myself.  I only made it to 84 days. No matter what was going on with me, I found a way to work out so I could meet my challenge of 100 days of fitness. But this past Sunday night, I started feeling sick. Monday morning, I was so sick I literally could not get out of bed. Thank God I have a kind and caring husband. He took the morning off so he could get Jacob ready for school and then get Christopher to a sitter. Jim then worked from home, bringing me sips of water when I needed it.  I got out of bed long enough to say hello to the boys before dinner and then went right back to bed.

Tuesday, I got out of bed but couldn’t do much more.  I was able to get Jacob on the bus and Christopher back to the sitter on my own but, after that, I was under a blanket until it was dinner time. I tried to do some stretching but that only lasted a few minutes. Jim, my wonderful husband, got dinner ready for them again that night.

Today, I am feeling just a bit better. I was able to get the boys to gymnastics and I got myself to the gym. But, after 15 minutes on the treadmill, I had to admit defeat. I just don’t have the energy to exercise for 30 minutes.  I got off the treadmill, walked to my van and cried. I failed. I made one challenge for myself and I failed.

But, why do I look at is as failure? I worked out for 84 days in a row. 84! Why does this have to be a failure? Would I say that to someone else that had made this challenge for themselves? Would I be telling them they failed simply because they got too sick to do it? Of course I wouldn’t. So, why do I always focus on the negative when it comes to myself?

So, I was sick. I am sick. I was able to get 15 minutes on the treadmill today. My body needs rest. There is nothing wrong with that. In fact, it’s actually wise of me to listen to my body and not do harm to myself just because I insisted I could work out for 100 days. I took a hiatus for 2 days. So what? I am going to go snuggle back under my blanket with my boys and watch a movie. They have been begging me to do that all day.

If I feel better tomorrow, I’ll try for another walk. If I’m able to do it, great, if not, I’ll try again the next day. So, I may have to start over with day 1 but, is that really a bad thing? I made it 84 days! And, I have made tremendous strides in the last 84 days. I see exercise in a whole new light. That’s the point. Not that I couldn’t make it to 100 days. I did not fail. I succeeded in making a change in my life.

For now, I’m going into the living room to watch Toy Story with my boys.