Since running Broad Street back on May 1st, I've been in a bit of a slump. There are many reasons... excuses... for this.

For the first time in almost a year, I'm not training for a race. Sure, it's much needed, and intentionally planned rest, but I notice there is definitely something missing from my daily routine.

I'm mentally trying to prepare for marathon training. I have my start date and I'm sticking to it. I know what a time commitment this training will involve so I hesitate giving time to training before that magic date arrives!

It's the end of the school year. Teachers know exactly what this means for the anything related to the personal life! Time becomes elusive, stress grows exponentially, and EVERYONE has a demand needing immediate attention.

The weather has been C.R.A.P.P.Y! I'm not a fair-weather runner, but COME ON, May!

The combination of all of this has landed me in a black hole. Here's what I've realized.

Confession #1 - I really do enjoy training... for something, for anything. Having that "finish line" to push for is just the motivation I need to get out there day after day and work hard.

Confession #2 - When I don't have a finish line to train for, my nutrition goes right out the window. Hello cookies, chocolate, and every other sweet treat known to man. Seriously... my craving for sugar has been ridiculous and 9 times out of 10, I've indulged. Why not, when I don't have to worry about feeling good when I hit the pavement for a bunch of miles?

Confession #3 - I've tried, multiple times to start one of my Beachbody programs only to find life getting in the way. Normally, nothing infringes on my workouts. But lately, I've allowed everything else to take priority over my fitness. I'm supposed to be the one motivating others, and somehow I've slipped into an ugly pattern of starting and stopping. This has to end!

Confession #4 - I've caved to my children's eating habits. Lately, my two little cherubs have displayed great perseverance... ummm.... pigheadedness about what I make for supper. Meals they have liked in the past receive turned up noses and refusals to eat. I can't stand wasting food so I (get ready...) even attempted processed boxed "food". YUCK! I can't win.

Confession #5 - I REALLY like desserts. Did I mention this earlier?

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