I have to keep telling myself "It's not a race" this morning.
Last night I was in bed by 8pm, but my kids were up and yelling and talking until past 10. This is very abnormal for them, and they were already overtired. When I finally fell asleep it was fitful sleep, I woke up lots, had weird dreams, etc...
So I feel like the week is already off to a bad start. My kids woke up screaming and yelling (seriously, is it a full moon or something?) I ended up watching my niece today and she is teething and sad, my workout got interrupted.... Blah, blah, blah
So. I told myself- it's NOT a race. It's a lifestyle change. YES, I wanted to get a good, hard workout in, YES my body and kids didn't allow that, YES I feel really tempted to give up and be mad. But I don't have to allow any of that to change my course. I don't have to give up. I don't have to snack because I'm stressed and tired. I don't have to be grumpy and irritated.
So, today is Monday morning, the start to a fresh week. I've drunk my green smoothie and my workout is now complete (the whole thing... just in 2 increments). The teething baby is sleeping peacefully and I will be a hands on, attentive mother to my children today. It's all part of life; it's all part of the process. Losing weight and becoming healthy and fit isn't my WHOLE life. It's just a piece of it, and I have to learn how to make wise decisions even in the midst of "turmoil" if you will.
So I will endure and persevere and do the absolute best I can. And I will hope and cross all my fingers and toes that the scale goes down on Friday. :-D