Our initial workouts were nothing to laugh at, but I was able to hold my own. Or at least I thought so. Apparently my body was shrieking at me that no, that’s not quite right. See, I got sick on Friday. Like lay-on-the-bathroom-floor-because-it-feels-good-against-your-cheek sick (and you know which cheek I’m talking about people…think face). And while I didn’t remain on the bathroom floor forever, I did move to the couch – which I occupied until Monday evening. That meant I missed a workout session. It also meant that my diet was out the window – I only consumed toast and other wonderfully carb-based foods. So for a while it was rough going.
When I was finally feeling well enough to resume my diet and workout, I had more “rough-ness” ahead of me. We are supposed to eat every 3 hours. You wouldn’t think it would be hard to eat so often, right? Wrong! At least for now it’s a challenge (or rough) for me. And did I mention that my first day back to working out we had our weigh in?!? Well, we did. And it was an eye-opener (I’m not real big on the whole scale thing…hmm, I wonder why?). Sooo, yeah, that was rough too.
Good news though! This week is over! And so a new dawn approaches. A new beginning. A new week.