When I am quiet about my workouts and diet, it means one of two things - 1) I am just humming along, working out and eating healthy as normal, 2) I am flying under the radar because I have fallen off the wagon.
I feel ridiculous talking about my diet and exercise plan when people are losing everything they have, even their lives in tornadoes. But people all over the nation are talking about who won American Idol, Arnold Schwarzenneger's love child and baby mama (still!), and of course The Bachelorette. My only drama right now is battling the urge to eat bad stuff at work to break the monotony.
I have still been running 3x per week, usually between 4 and 5 miles. My running partner is out of commission this week, and last week we were out of town. While I did manage to run a little while I was away I did not track my distance or time. And somewhere between waiting for Aunt Flo to visit (tired and crabby), going out of town (relaxing and eating) I managed to completely blow off my strength training and yoga workouts. It happens.
I'm not feeling too good about myself right now, and its dumb. I need to pull my head out. My Buddha did a face plant last weekend and has a black eye and it breaks my heart. The doctor's office told us not to worry after asking a series of questions, but we ended up taking him in anyway because he was still swollen. Now after x-rays were inconclusive we have to go in for a CT scan super early tomorrow. I can't think about anything else except my poor baby, who needs to be sedated because he wouldn't stay still for the scan when he went to the doctor. Ugh. Screw exercise.