First, because of all the above, I inexcusably went back to comfort. In other words, I pigged out all weekend. Rolling in crap food. Pancakes (twice), bacon, sausages, peanut buttery treats, you name it. I felt so sick afterwards but man, did it feel good to let go. I am back on track but I know I have set myself back. That leads to cherry number 2.
Because of my food escapades, my numbers are down in my P90 challenge. No, I am not referring to my weight. I only wish. My numbers refer to my actual lift pounds and reps. With the shit food running through my veins, my energy is down, I feel exhausted and the stress of live is rolling in deep. Big exhale. So as a result, my repeat week has not gotten off to a great start.
Okay, wallow over. Life continues, and I have a trip to Mexico to plan. Time for a tan and some sand between my toes.