Here's the truth. I have been so busy this week. That's pretty normal this time of year. But here are two things I am proud of: I still got in all my workouts -- SIX! And I got eight hours of sleep every night but one. And I still made a craft for my mom, managed to work most days and stay in the Christmas spirit.
I am killing it this year!
But my weight is up because I have managed to say no to the cookies or cared about what I am eating.
So there's that.
Saturday I started out like all good weeks do: Kickboxing class. If I could schedule more I would. They are meditative to me. Some people yoga, some people drink, I just like to punch stuff.
Sunday I got a great workout in. I wanted to do a run. But there was freezing rain in the morning. So I did it indoors. It wasn't fast. But I did it on the treadmill and I am just proud of myself for not giving up. Then I stayed and did my stronglifts program. Things are feeling good again. I feel strong.
Tuesday I dragged myself to the gym late. It's hard when I have projects to do, I am tired, but... I am just going to sit on the couch. I knew I could get back in an hour and be glad I did. Just stronglifts tonight. And that's enough. It doesn't have to be epic.
Friday I finally took a rest day.
Then the next week came... and I wasn't quite as hard core. But it was Christmas and I deserve a few days off from the gym.
Saturday I got to go to a BodyCombat class. So that was good. Because I ate so much sugar on Friday. It didn't energize me. I felt sluggish and crappy. But it was good to sweat it out.
Sunday was Christmas Eve, and I had planned to go to the gym before all the festivities started. But there was quite a bit of snow outside, and I wanted the world to scoop itself before I trodded out. Plus we had lunch plans at 11. Though it could have been doable, I opted for a rest day. And I am still sort of mad at myself.
Monday was Christmas and I had hoped that Dan and I would walk a 5k in the morning. But it was about 5 degrees that morning. And neither of us were excited about that idea.
Tuesday I was supposed to go to my Dad's for Christmas but we ended up postponing becuase of snow and wind chills. So I thought it was finally my opprounity to make it to the gym. I was torn between needing to get my 5ks in and getting my weights done. But running on a treadmill sounded dreadful to me, so I opted for weights. My mom called about 3/4 of the way through to say we were having lunch (my uncle is in town, remember!) So I rushed through.
And then when I got home, she called to say, nevermind, my uncle was going to take a nap!
I was so frustrated by that day of changed plans and waiting around my house and hurrying to be done at the gym. That I bundled up and did my 10th 5k of December. It felt like ZERO degrees outside. But it felt good to push myself. I just walked. That's too cold for me to have any idea how to dress, plus the sidewalks were half covered in snow still. But two long laps around my neighborhood and I had a big thing crossed off my list and felt better about the day.
Wednesday I headed back to work, but had the evening free for gym time. I did another 5k on the treadmill (number 11!) and it was as awful as I always think it will be. But there's 500 calories of Christmas cookies burned away.
Thursday evening, I again had plans with my relatives. Which got cancelled and we ended up just going to dinner. Had I known that was the plan, I would have had my gym clothes with me to head there later. But my family... So much frustration.
Friday was another rest day. I should have gotten up early and lifted weights. But it is so frigid here, that I can't think about anything but lying under the covers. Hopefully next week I will be a little more motivated.