Today was the first rest day since Saturday and boy was it a struggle. I had to hold myself back on several occasions from planning what I was going to do at the gym tonight because I was not actually going to go. But I so dearly wanted to.
Instead, I ate a nice meal out with The Boyfriend which was the perfect alternative. An ideal day would, of course, involve both.
Fighting the feeling throughout the day was a little like waking up on a Saturday and having a brief freak-out that it’s a weekday and you’re late for work. Except the reality didn’t bring the same relief that comes with settling back into bed and drawing the covers in closer for some much deserved snuggling and warmth. So maybe it’s more like waking up looking forward to meeting up with mates at the park only to realize dad accidentally ran over your bike while you were sleeping.
Logically, I understand the need for rest days – especially as I keep going with my goals.
But the emotional tug when you’re plunged back into reality? Not a fan.
So how do you do it?
Do you count down to rest days like office workers do for public holidays?
Or are you in the same boat – lost for what to do with yourself?
It’s just gone 9pm here and I’m already in bed with the electric blanket on and the duvet around my shoulders. I could get used to this. But I’m not sure I want to.