My First Major Screwup
Friday, December 28, 2012
It was bound to happen... I went out of town to visit family for Christmas and stopped tracking everything.
These trips are absolutely exhausting, and I think I've figured out that it's not so much the actual packing and driving that tires me out so much as it is the stress. The planning and packing and hours on the road are one thing, but the bickering and snipping and pouting that goes on drives me to the brink of insanity. I can really only handle about a day and a half before I start pulling my hair out and packing up to come home.
Once I'm home I usually crash for at least two days before I'm able to even remain awake for a full day. So, I haven't been able to pull myself up to workout this week or track my food. I tried to keep a mental track of what I was eating, but I ate lots of taboo foods. All of my aunts gave me homemade goodies and I indulged in way more than I should have before I could bring myself to just pack it all up and take it to my husband's work.
So, finally, last night I pushed myself to workout after the kids were in bed, and I am trying to get back on track. I keep telling myself that messing up is just a sign that I'm trying and I'll just become stronger. Right?