I've had a terrible week. I blame the Easter bunny and the psychedelic Peeps and assorted chocolate he left behind.
I ate badly. That probably goes without saying. I managed to heave my chocolate laden butt off the couch for one workout all this week...and it was this afternoon. I was sleeping really weird hours too. I'm kind of nocturnal and with no one around to keep me in check (the husband was on nights) I stayed up 'till ridiculous o'clock but still had to get up, with the little guy, and function in the morning. As a result, I was grouchy like a bear with a rash. I was TOTALLY unmotivated and wasn't writing much of anything.Early this afternoon, though, I felt my mood lift. The grouchy clouds parted and my motivation returned. I guess I was a little burned out this week, but the fire's back, baby!
It's on again - though tomorrow's weigh-in won't reflect it - wa wa waaaaaaa
