I used to feel like crap ALL OF THE TIME. My freshman and sophomore years of college, I was a lethargic mess. My gym schedule was incredibly inconsistent, my diet consisted of eating shitty diner food whenever I could scrounge up enough energy to leave my dorm room and make the trek to the dining hall, and although I didn't drink, my weekends were spent lying in bed until goodness knows when doing goodness knows what. It's not like I was failing my classes, but I felt like I was failing myself. I hated how I felt, but it wasn't severe enough for me to make any sort of change. I was a functional bloob.

Having a friend by your side (literally or figuratively) means having someone to hold you accountable, it means wanting to do well because there is someone depending on you. It was that one teensy tiny change that made all the difference for me. 90% of the time my friend and I didn't even workout together, but that didn't matter; we were in it together. Eventually, you'll become strong enough that you don't even have to check in with your partner, much less record your workouts (although I still do), but that doesn't mean it's time to give up. This was our journey to change together, and it's now a part of my life. I wasn't working out to lose weight (but let's be clear, I was not at all opposed to shedding a pound or two), I was doing it to feel better about myself. You and your partner don't have to have the same fitness goals, you just have to support each other in reaching them. My Bitch Day count has gone down exponentially since I made working out a regular part of my life, and it feels great. Of course I still have those days (it would be a unicorn miracle if they just magically disappeared) but I feel better than ever, I have consistency in my life, and I'm making better choices every day.
Do you and your friends keep a fitness diary? How do you stay on track with your fitness goals? Share your stories; I'd love to hear them!
I want to dedicate this post to my loving, patient, amazing boyfriend, who sees me on the Bitch Days. I don't know how you do it, and I love you for it.