Fun fact: did you know that you can pull a muscle in your chest if you cough hard enough? Unfortunately, I now know this from experience. My diet lately has consisted largely of another round of antibiotics, prescription cough medicines, Nquil, and decongestants. Yum, right?
I attempted to start working out again, but I only managed a few days at best, light walking. My body is so worn out, beaten down, and exhausted from not sleeping and from being sick that even that took some effort. I am definitely back at square one with workouts. Maybe even negative square, ha ha.
Despite my feeble exercise efforts, my weigh-in yesterday was another gain, this time of 2 pounds. Being sick this long (heading into week #4) and then gaining for the second week in a row was discouraging, to say the least.
When I told my husband about the gain, he said to cut myself some slack. He reminded me I’ve been very sick for weeks, and that I’ve had a steady supply of antibiotics and medicines of all sorts, and unable to really exercise on top of all that.
I know all of that is true, but seeing the number creep steadily up instead of down is frustrating and nerve-wracking. I am definitely not ending this year where I wanted to be. And while being sick certainly hasn’t helped matters any, I can’t blame the last few weeks for being so far from my goal. It’s been a few months of inconsistency that led me to this point.
So here we are, New Year’s Eve of 2017, and I am finishing another year, not reaching my goal of hitting goal weight. But I am sitting here, listening to my husband and kids in the other room, laughing, chattering, carrying on, and I just heard one of the kids ask where I am. So I am far from being in a bad place.
Especially in light of some of the things happening lately in the kids’ other home, I am grateful and happy that we have a loud, wild, stable, active household full of love and laughter. We have noise-makers for the evening (not that this crew needs any help making noise), sparklers, champagne glasses, warm blankets to snuggle up as we wait for the new year, and cream soda for the little ones so they can join in a bubbly toast at midnight.
So I am not ending this year down on myself or unhappy with where I am. I am not at my goal yet, but I will get there. In the meantime, I have a family eagerly waiting for me, and from the sounds of it, a wound-up husband who is the worst-behaved child in the house!
Happy new year from our family to yours!
hed in a day early, yesterday morning, expecting a maintain at the worst. Instead, I nearly passed out and fell off the scale: a gain of 4.8 pounds! Whoa! You’d think I was getting paid to gain weight. I was horrified. Still am.
I came across this quote while I was putting together a mini motivational poster for our workout room. It really hit a nerve.
Sweat & Sparkle 