Last week was so busy that I worked out maybe two days. That was honestly all I could fit into my schedule. I worked at least 60 hours last week, and being able to finally sleep in this morning, no alarm set, a real day off, was heavenly! My husband and I lounged in bed, luxuriously lazy, joking about the servants bringing us breakfast in bed at any minute, but it never happened. We had to finally get up and make it ourselves like mere mortals.
I weighed in yesterday morning, fully expecting a small gain or just a maintain, since I was able to put in so little effort as far as weight loss goes. I was shocked when I stepped onto the scale and saw I had lost almost three pounds! How did that happen? All I can think is in all the hustle and the hectic days, I also didn’t have any free time to snack or mindlessly munch.
It was so exciting to see that loss, though. I have been worried that not being able to work out very often means I won’t lose any weight, but this removed any doubt that I can do this, even with just a handful of workouts a week, wherever I can fit them in. No excuses! What is going into my mouth, and how much, is obviously very important in this journey.
My cat is laying on my desk, reaching out every now and then as I type this, tapping my arm with his paw to remind me that he has been feeling rather neglected this week. So has my husband, judging by his attention-seeking this morning. I have the whole day off to try to make up for this past crazy week, so I better get to it!
Sweat & Sparkle 