I had one of those restless sleeps last night that most of us have had in our lives. It’s the sort of sleep where you feel like you have spent most of the night awake, tossing and turning and unable to switch off.

I thought about many things last night, my life, family, friends, work, our dog (who had surgery that day), fitness and diet. I’m not sure what it is about restless sleep but I often find myself challenging thoughts as they pop into my head.
One such thought related to my health and just how quickly I had fallen off the *fitness* regime after suffering a calf tear and subsequent blood clot. I found myself questioning why I hadn’t been to the park recently to workout or why my exercise bike is still in our spare room.
Excuses and questions followed, my leg still hurts, what if I injure it again and so on.

For a split second I felt rising anguish over my lack of workouts and a real sense of fear that my health and weight would suffer as a result of this lack of motivation.
Then as quickly as it came, my anguish was challenged by a word that popped into my head. RESPECT.

Light bulb moment
I had lost respect for myself, for whatever reason my leg injury had got the better of me, emotionally and physically. I let it win and in the months it has taken to heal, I had lost respect for myself and my body.

When you make the choice not to exercise or to eat food that you know is not good for you, it’s a lack of respect you are showing to yourself. The only one hurt by it is you. And the more you disrespect yourself, the harder it is to make the change that you know is needed.


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