Despite the best of intentions, I haven’t quite hit all of my exercise goals this week. It’s harder than I remembered to hit my walking goals, when it’s cold enough that water turns into a solid, and there’s enough demands on my day that getting my exercise in is difficult. Not that I’m giving up, mind. I’m just noting the difficulties.
Still, I haven’t done too badly. Assuming I calculated everything right, I came in under my calorie budget yesterday. And the day before. And Tuesday I only missed it by 33 calories, so I feel all right with that. And I’ve walked over four and a half miles each day, even if Tuesday was the only day I hit my five and a half mile goal. So, again, not too bad at all.
Now, I don’t want this to turn into a tedious screed about calories and walking. That’s not my point. My point is that, even though I haven’t hit all my goals, I’ve hit some of them. Failure, to my mind, would be giving up and refusing to do anything. That’s not what I did, clearly. Sure, I could have done better. But I didn’t fail. I just didn’t achieve everything I wanted to do, because I made a decision to prioritize and do other things instead. I could have exercised, or I could have played a board game with my son. I could have walked, or I could have gotten enough sleep to get up at 3:15 am.
Life is about choices, when all is said and done. Choose well.