Since the holidays, I've managed to get back on track with my whole 30. I even bought cookbooks so that I have actual meals to cook and am not just throwing meat and vegetables together, and having awkward flavor/texture combinations. (Also, how many dogs did I have last time I posted? There are two now. They enjoy putting each other's faces in their mouths.)
When it comes to exercise, I'm still not off the couch. Literally, I'm writing this from the couch. I've been toying with the idea of just signing up for a challenge, with the knowledge that I will train my ass off through sheer competitive-ness. What I lack in discipline, I make up for in competitive drive. Competition is what got me through a Very Prestigious University in 3 years with a B+ average. Competition is what is getting me to spend 8+ hours this week cleaning (seriously. I'm competing with people who have clean/organized houses. They don't know we're competing, but it's on like Donkey Kong). I stopped going to yoga classes after I injured myself trying to go further into the pose than anyone else. And I'm listing this to prove that I'm more competitive than you.
Fortunately/unfortunately for me, my sister-in-law is a complete badass, and is doing the Warrior Dash this summer. She's also done a Tough Mudder and got me to try the Whole30. She's also nothing but supportive. So now my husband and I are doing a Warrior Dash with her. Now, I have no intention of competing with her, I just want to finish in an hour. Ish. My husband has already said that he'd stay with me during the run, so there's that.
I'm still worried. I have enough time to train, but no time to mess around about it.And I could publicly humiliate myself.