Anyone who is a cricket fan can tell you that 111 is an unlucky score. (Just a disclaimer, I'm not a cricket fan - I am just married to one so knowledge comes to me by osmosis!)
Well, it proved unlucky to me. 111 days in a row of exercising AND writing. Then came the weekend. I didn't exercise at such - I soothed my guilt by saying that I was hard at work at the camp and walking lots etc etc. I'm good at justifying... I may have let myself get away with it too, except I didn't write either. I tried the 'but I thought about the plot' justification, but I was feeling harsh and wouldn't let myself off the hook.
So the streak has been broken.
Unfortunately, since then I've found it hard to start again. The streak is broken. I don't have to prove anything. I can take a couple of days off. I deserve a break - just like I deserved that chocolate I just ate! (See, told you I was good at justifying..)
I need kickstarting again.
The fact that I have 10 days left before my next writer's meeting and 7,906 words to write in that time to meet my goal isn't even enough to work yet. I can see me wearing the hat of shame at the next meeting...
Butt-kicking welcome :)