Sorry about that. Life gets in the way sometimes, huh? Well, at least mine does. Frequently. Does yours?
I always mean to have good intentions. I always mean to eat well. I always want to be motivated. I always want to work out. Well, maybe not work out, but, you get the point. Even when I'm not motivated - I want to be motivated, and then I try to will myself to be motivated.
But sometimes I let dumb things get in the way.
I trip over some drama.
Or a stupid scandal.
I eat too much turkey.
I let a whole bunch of nothing impede my progress.
Sometimes, I realize I'm letting the important things slide by too. Like spending time with my kids. Making my house less like a chaotic freak show and more like a manageable science experiment. Taking care of my family and helping them through the rough patches.
And, all of that is tiring.
So, that's what happened in week 4 - and most of week 5.
I know some of you were concerned that I fell off the planet. I didn't. I just had a nice heaping pile of lame and worthy excuses that had to be addressed.
I didn't want to come back. You might have caught that on twitter. I wasn't feeling it. Having a slump.
But I did the good old, "fake it til you make it" tried and true exercise. I started working out again. I did the yoga. The the EA Active More and Wii Fit Plus games. I even met the Shred. (Which, can I add - I hate Jillian Michaels. In a, "why do I have to do another push up?" kind of way. And I hate the fact that I can't do a jumping jack with out being reminded that I had 2 kids. Ugh.)
So I kept at that and I'm pretty sure it carried me through. I'm back again. I'm tracking what I eat and I'm working out. And, most importantly, I'm feeling it. I want to be back at this. I AM back at this.
Kicking butt, taking names, and being awesome.
And, by some miracle of the turkey-loving gods, I have made it out of these two weeks at 192 lbs, only a one pound gain.