Ooh, boy. This week was a tough one. (Do I say that every week? Umm…yeah, I guess I do…) It started off badly on my weigh-in day at the beginning of the week: I gained almost 2 pounds. 2 pounds! How did that even happen? The ironic thing is that this was the weigh-in for the week right after I was on vacation, meaning that I actually worked out every single day. That’s unusual for me since my work schedule doesn’t often accommodate a daily workout. I was feeling pretty good about things – getting my runs in and eating well (a lot easier to do when I’m at home than at work). The big indulgence was New Years Eve when my husband and I had Chinese take-out and some sparkling wine but other than that, I thought it would be a pretty good week. And yet, I gained 2 pounds so I started my week of on a discouraging note.
Then my husband got sick. Then my daughter got sick. Then I got resick. Between tending to my daughter, battling this epic cold that won’t die and work (forget about the husband; he has to fend for himself), there have been no workouts at all this week. At. All. Ugh, just typing that out makes me feel horrible about myself.
We’re in the homestretch here and the other mamas are hardcore. Seriously hardcore. The messages that go back and forth every day are enough to exhaust somebody just from reading them, much less actually doing all the stuff that they’re doing. Yet again, I’m the slacker of the group and I can’t quite figure out how that happened or how to get myself out of this funk I seem to be in. Help!
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