This week has been a little funkalicious.
It all started Monday when I overslept my alarm and didn’t have time to workout before heading into work. Initially I was supposed to work until 9:30PM Monday night but I ended up being able to leave at 6:30PM. You’d think I’d be like, “YAY, I’m coming home 3 hours early. I can get my workout in when I get home!!”… but no. I went home, warmed up a tortilla with some cheese and sat my tail down on the couch to watch Nationals baseball. Even though it was a blah day, the Nationals becoming the NL East division champions was pretty awesome!
Tuesday, I woke up bright and early to go to the doctors to have a mole removed. Meet The Mole…
Being of English decent (my Dad is British) I have had a couple of “suspicious” moles. My doctor has wanted to remove this one for some time now but I managed to put it off until after the wedding… think low back dress.
Thankfully this guy came with me to my appointment. The removal of the mole was fine and now I’m just making sure the stitches stay clean, that no infection sets in, and then just praying for positive tests results on the mole.
Then there was last night… after a long day of work I came home and very quickly headed back out to run some errands. I did manage to throw in some retail therapy, buying a book that I’ll tell y’all about later, but what I could have used was a good workout! Instead I came home around 9PM, snatched my puppy from his bed, and snuggled up on the coach with Theodore. For the second day in a row I went against my knowledge that working out will make me feel better and laid on the couch instead.
Now it’s Wednesday and guess what, I didn’t wake up in time to run my 4 miles again! Blah, blah, blah [insert excuses].
No matter what my reasons are/were it’s time to get a good workout in, to change my mood, and to be happy about drowning my emotions with this stuff…
Ok, maybe everything except the last part. Either way I need to accept the fact that I’m emotional this week over a few things and am tired. In the end, I need to not allow these things to affect my workouts and my goals.
Thankfully emotional eating has not been my issue this week, though emotional not-eating has been. Not the best but you know what, I’d rather be in tune with my emotions than eating them away (or at least hoping I am).
It’s time to get my head on straight, enjoy the work day, take my puppy out after work, get a work out in, cook dinner, and then enjoy the meal and time with my husband.
Thanks for letting me rant. I’ll be better tomorrow but wanted to be honest and open with where I’m at today…
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