Score One For Sucking It Up!

I came home from work today and firmly refused to allow myself to be derailed by any of my usual feeble excuses. I put on my swimsuit and went for a swim. It didn't take long for my arms to start feeling it, and I fully expect to be sore tomorrow, which is excellent.

Just as well I didn't keep going till I was exhausted, though, as about twenty minutes of breaststroke has already given me a sunburned face and shoulders. Maybe tomorrow I will ignore even more of my feeble excuses and put on my sunscreen before I hit the pool!

I also managed to stick to my diet today, apart from three pieces of what I call plastic cheese in the afternoon because I was starvelous. I've run out of fresh veggies so I didn't get my usual fiber fix at lunch. Anyhow, chicken is going in the oven soon to bake and I have two baked potatoes (one for tomorrow) that will go in with it, and I will steam myself a nice big pot of something frozen and vegetable-ish to compensate for missing my earlier portions.

But I am so proud of myself for managing to go for a swim. Not because I went for a long time, but because I went at all. I wasn't motivated and I didn't use a lot of willpower...I just kinda went limp on the voice inside my head that tried to talk me out of it. Sort of "yes, I hear you, you're right about my stubbly bikini line and how I hate wearing sunscreen and that my suit probably won't fit me any more" and then I proceeded anyhow.

Strange, that voice. I wonder if I can gag it? I suppose it has my best interests at heart (pardon me for lapsing into new-age-speak), but it's focused on the wrong details. Can I redirect it?