HYC: Week 17

I weighed in last week.  Yeah, not pretty.  Up 1.8 pounds.  Up on most measurements.  This isn't surprising, considering how much "down" time I've had.  Honestly?  I'm surprised the damage wasn't worse.  And honestly?  I haven't been giving my all.  I'm just not feeling it.  I start out with the greatest of intentions, but when push comes to shove, shove either half-asses it, or sits its ass down on the couch.  As always with food, I'm not doing bad, but I'm doing nearly as well as I could.  

I think my biggest issue is still trying to get into a routine with our new schedule; I know that is simply an excuse, but there it is: I feel discombobulated and all over the place now that weekends don't feel like weekends, and my quiet me-time weekdays are interrupted mid-span with Chebbar's days off.  (I am not saying that I'm unhappy that/when he's home: I'm simply stating that it messes with my head and the flow I have going because this is still so new.)  I think once I wrap my head around the idea of a "week" being Thursday to Monday (despite the fact that I don't work Saturday/Sunday) - which will include working out on traditional weekends - and the "weekend" being Tuesday/Wednesday, it will be easier to get into a routine with exercise again.

I miss it.

No, really.  I miss being active.  I miss walking.  I miss screwing around with the Wii Fit.  I miss dancing my ass off with Just Dance.  I miss taking out my frustrations with Tae-Bo.  I miss the burst of energy.  I miss feeling good about myself and what I had just done for my body.  I miss seeing the positive changes.

So, yeah.  I'd love to tell you that I'll get back on the horse tonight, but a) Chebbar's home, so it's the "weekend," b) he's sick, which means I'll want to baby him (hush! *wink*), and c) we have laundry to take care of (our dryer died yesterday mid-washing).

HOWEVER.

Tomorrow?  IT'S ON.