
Moo.
So I was out sick Monday afternoon through Tuesday, gettin' my work legs back, blah, blah, blah.
But had I actually been blogging, it would've gone something along the lines of this, albeit less condensed than what you're about to read:
FRIDAY: No exercise, ate healthy.
SATURDAY: No exercise, ate moderately healthy.
SUNDAY: No exercise, ate like a whore.
MONDAY: No exercise, didn't eat enough.
TUESDAY: No exercise, ate moderately healthy -- unless you count two chicken breasts stuffed with cheese.
WEDNESDAY: No exercise, ate healthy (so far).
Notice a pattern? I'm a lazy cow! Granted, I've been a smidgen under the weather; but most of those days I was tee-totally fine to go to Gymboree and break a sweat for 45 minutes, ya know?
But Thursday is a new day, and I have EVERY INTENTION of getting up in the moring and going for a four- or five-mile run on the treadmill. Ugh ... It's like I'm starting all over again.
I hate to blame feeling icky on my lack of cardio initiative, but whatever. I'm back to snuff enough to rouse myself by 6 a.m., do the sweat thing, come home and eat, and then blog about how awesome things are going on the morrow. Keep your fingers or hooves crossed, will ya?
Peace, love and initiative ... XOXO