My therapist asked me what I wanted to start allowing this week. What did I want to start accepting as OK that was otherwise not OK, what could I allow to drift into the gray area that had previously been white/black, all or nothing?
And so, I decided to try to accept three hard workout sessions a week. I typically strive for 5, because 3 is just “average,” right? And let’s be honest, I SHOULD workout 5 days a week for all the other “bad” stuff I do—like eat. But, at this point in the spring semester (and, this spring semester is unlike any before), five days a week is pretty unrealistic for me. And the routine that is supposed to calm my anxiety and keep my stress at bay is actually increasing it.
And so, I’m going to tell myself that three sessions is my goal. Four would be great, five would be exceptional, but three is allowable. We’ll see how it goes. Day 70.