So I had one of those weekends. One where every meal was a bad one. Water was off the menu, replaced by soda. Meals were eaten late, and there was too much. Dan the Workout Partner™ sent me a text last night, asking if I was going to be at the gym this morning.
I woke up and didn't want to get out of bed. I'm working off less than 6 hours of sleep today, and while last night I was all vim and vigor in going to the gym, this morning I was just not having it. But it's these days that we have to push ourselves that little bit more. Make it happen in spite of our best efforts to resist. So I went. And somewhere around 12 minutes in on the treadmill, I felt the weekend slip away. I felt re-energized. Ready to go. It's something that happens on quite a few Mondays, the feeling of the weekend slipping off me and me ready to attack another week. I like it.
Do I have to put my weight here today? I hate posting gains... Hmm... well, it is MY blog. I guess I needn't do anything if I don't want to.
Oh eff it. 273.2 (mostly water-weight, I swear!!!) :D