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