Yet another 'start'

How many times do I need to say “I’m starting tomorrow” or “I’ll do better tomorrow”

Seriously, I feel some days like I need someone to slap me!

Over the last 2 weeks I’ve been good, and bad.  Valentines week was crazy.  We spent a lovely family weekend together filled with activities: of which none involved preparing for my meals for the week ahead.  An order book filled with orders for Valentines day, left me munching chocolate buttons far too often.  Once Valentines was done it was on to baby showers, and again munching munching.  Maybe I need my mouth wired shut?!

The week after, goodness knows.  I do suffer terribly in the heat, and workouts at a gym with no air-conditioning have been short.  The new place opens March 12^th so I do look forward to that!  However, I do feel that my extra thermal layer of fat does keep me warm. 

So alas, here I am, starting again.  This time, I’m writing notes and sticking them to my bathroom mirror… something has to work!

I’ll Start Again Tomorrow...

As I write this its 4.45 on a balmy Sunday afternoon, and I’m munching falafel (nyom nym).

Last week was okay-ish.  Over last weekend I hit the gym on Saturday with a legs session which resulted in me doing zombie walks, toilet hovers and grimacing every time Miss Lucy tried to climb onto my lap.  Ouch.

Sunday was another workout on the upper body, followed by a day off on Monday.

More workouts on Tue, Wed and Thursday were on the cards, at which point, I do believe I had reached more workouts than I had totaled last year!

Friday, a busy day with clients: a gym workout planned but due to tiredness I had a day off.

Saturday, hubby working and we had date night immediately afterwards… we went to see Django which (imo) is brilliant.  A day with the kids, and failure in meal preparation had me snacking; which hasn't stopped!  Why is it we can be so great during the week then easily give in on the weekends?

Sunday (today), another workout planned but by the time I could get there, 3pm, I couldn’t be bothered.

I’m much prefer to get workouts done in the morning.  If it gets past noon, I’m bound to flag it, opting for the next day. Especially at the moment with the days so hot, and no air-con in the gym…maybe once the gym moves in March it will be a different story.

Crikey… I seem full of excuses! 

It’s too late

It’s too hot

I’ve got other things to do

There’s always tomorrow

And tomorrow is legs training.  It’s gonna hurt!

PS  Wine consumption over last 7 days.  ZERO