I really don't know why I set goals. It's almost like the moment I say something aloud, the universe laughs and throws a bunch of crap at me.
On Monday, my goal was to hit 5,000 in steps every day this week.
Not only did that not happen. It has been one of the least productive weeks I have had in a long, long time.
I could list the excuses:
- The weather has been bad (as in snow and ice)
- I haven't felt good
- Too stressed
- Still getting up too late
- Still stressed out about my mother
I know the feeling will pass. I have plans. I have things I want to do.
"This too shall pass"