A Friday confession. (Or, Good gracious I hurt.)

Vacation was…wait, was that only two weeks ago? Sheesh, it feels like so much more time has gone by since then. But I was saying, my vacation was weeks ago and yet I’m still feeling the repercussions.

I never should have given up my workouts while I was on vacation.

I didn’t work out the last few days before I left because I was sort of in a tizzy trying to get everything ready. When I came back, I had my birthday to celebrate and errands to run and more laundry than I knew what to do with. So working out might have been put off. Bad, bad mistake.

I should have brought my workout clothes with me. Really, all I’d need would be shorts and a sports bra. My sister Rhi has Jillian’s video. She has baggy tshirts I could wear. I could have even made her work out with me and gotten her kickstarted on her own little journey full of endorphins and pride. And if I had’ve packed my running shoes, I could have gone for a run, something that would have helped me deal a lot better with the stress and the depression that hung in the air heavier than all the humidity. A run would have been glorious.

Instead, I’m struggling now to get back into the groove of things. I admit it: I’m struggling. I figure I spend so much time bragging about my accomplishments that I should ‘fess up when I hit a bump in the road. And judging by the way my pants seem to be fitting, the bumps and the lumps are pretty girth-ful. Tire-sized, even. Heh. Okay, not really. But it feels that way some mornings when I’m trying to find an outfit I feel comfortable in. Who knew just five pounds could make a difference?

Don’t worry – I have a plan for those five pounds and for this minor setback that is my lack-of-shape-and-stamina. The way I look at it is like this: Even though I was only out of the loop for about two weeks, I struggled the first week back. I pushed myself too hard during my first week and spent several days trying to recover. So I need to gradually push myself back to where I was so I don’t make things worse…but not too gradually or Jillian will yell at me. (You know – in my head.) This week I’ve worked out at least every night the girls spent at their dad’s. That’s two nights, plus a workout while they’re at church on Sunday mornings. Next week, I’ll force myself to get out of bed 30 minutes earlier in the morning and workout every day. That will suck, but too bad – that’s how Week 2 goes. The week after, I’ll start running on the nights when the girls are having dinner with their dad. Two-a-days are going to be something new, but I think that’s what I need to shed these five pounds. Well, either that or I’ll have to give up my nightly glass of wine and, frankly, I’d rather do two-a-days.

So! A plan! I feel better already. More accountable and more in control. And that’s an excellent feeling to have heading into the weekend.

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