I was working out with Igor today, and it was going well. We started our regular end of session boxing a little early. Sweet, extra time punching stuff. But then it just turned. Or I just turned. I felt like I was doing it right. I felt like my body was doing what I was telling it to do. A couple of times I felt my hands drop, and I did try to correct myself before he had to say anything, but alas, he still noticed.
Then I was doing some drills on the bag, and he pointed out that I wasn't pivoting my toes and that I was doing something wrong with my arms with how I was throwing. It was like a switch just flipped inside of me. I turned and tried to walk it off before I finished the drill. Igor even asked me what was wrong. The anger just flared inside of me. I didn't tell him though. I felt all these crazy emotions rise up inside of me and I wanted to cry. The tears filled my eyes, but I held it in. Then when I was alone in my car, I couldn't cry at all. I don't know what any of that means.
I don't even want to list any successes for today. I feel like my bad attitude, cupcakes, and emotional eating undermined everything successful that I did today. Crap. :(
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