That about sums up how I have felt in the last week. I didn't realize how much I enjoyed going to the gym until my schedule went through some radical changes. Due to things out of my control, I have not been able to go at all for over a week. I noticed my energy went down, my cravings went up, and my house went caput. After spending a few days being very lazy, but seeming to be able to do anything about it, I was determined to go today. William had other ideas. He was very tired after a late night and crashed for his nap over an hour earlier than normal. I wanted to cry.
Mark had noticed I haven't been my usual self lately and commented on it this evening. I asked him if he thought it was crazy to want to go to the gym at 6:30 in the evening, with dinner in the oven and kids going nuts. He said it wasn't and that if it would make me feel better, to go and he would hold down the fort. What an angel.
I enjoyed myself immensely, which is funny since I was pushing my self hard and sweating nicely. Coming home it was like, "Well there you are, normal self, where have you been?!" I did some good thinking and reflecting there too. Thinking about my goals in life, where I want my family to be. I love "me" time.
The weight has still been coming off, albeit somewhat slowly. I'll post an update on my loss tomorrow. Thanks for all the supportive comments everyone made on my last post. I have a great family!