After my gain last week, I was gunning for a loss this week. Well, I got it: 2.6 pounds, to be exact! Not quite back into the 150s yet, but very close.
I was expecting a bigger loss, but maybe it was just wishful thinking, wanting to quickly dump the weight I had gained back. It still bothers me that I let myself gain weight back, but I caught myself pretty fast and got back on track instead of letting it spiral out of control. So I am celebrating this loss and aiming for another one this upcoming week.
I cut my run short this morning so I could hop into the shower before my stepdaughter’s band event today. I’m used to the kids’ school events being disorganized and chaotic, and this morning was no exception. This time, though, it wasn’t the school’s screw-up. I will give you three guesses as to who brought my stepdaughter at least ten minutes late, then didn’t bring some pretty vital items she needed to perform…so it was all for nothing. She wasn’t able to perform at all.
My stepdaughter ended up crying, holding onto her father and soaking a spot into his shirt. I hate seeing the kids so upset about something that could have so easily been avoided. If certain people were even half as interested in the kids’ well-being as they are in what my husband and I are up to, this would never happen in the first place.
Since I’m home much earlier than I expected to be, I will get some cleaning done, plan my workouts for next week, and wait for my husband to get home and let me know where he wants to go out this evening for our date night…and try not to worry even more about the kids than I already do.
Sweat & Sparkle 