When Life Gets in the Way of Fitness Plans or Why Friday was a Very Bad Day
I didn’t post about my Friday yesterday morning when I should have and I have a very good excuse…er…reason.
It seems we’re always full of excuses when it comes to diet & weight loss, but the fact is changing you LIFESTYLE takes effort and LIFE HAPPENS. It’s a battle.
Here’s what Friday looked like for me:
I had an evening meeting on Thursday and had a huge black coffee during the meeting. I was awake all night and got no quality sleep. *I’ve found sleep to be a serious issue for me when it comes to weight loss. If I’m not getting enough sleep, the scale won’t move regardless of my efforts.
I started Friday sleep deprived and still extremely sore from my leg workout on Thursday. The rest of the day was filled with an overabundance of job & money stress. (Yes, unless your name is Hearst, magazine publishers need day jobs too.)
I can tell you now I did not eat enough calories to encourage my body to lose weight (if you don’t eat enough calories, your metabolism will shut down). If I start eating when I’m stressed I have difficulty stopping. That’s a pattern that I’m trying to change but it generally means I don’t eat when I’m stressed which can be just as dangerous. I’m walking the tightrope on that one.
The freelance work I picked up required an 11pm phone conference and work keeps the roof over my head so it was a very long day. At midnight, while I was still on the phone about the job, my ex husband called to tell me our 7-year-old had been coughing for an hour and maybe I should go over there in case he needed to go to the hospital. (I chose my current neighborhood, even though it is a bad one, because it is only 1.5 miles away from where my ex and our sons live on Lackland Air Force Base.) So out the door I went! I walked into the house to hear that familiar cough that meant only one thing: the Croup was back. I had Dad get our son’s two stuffed animal friends and his favorite sleeping blanket (so what if he’s 7? Every boy is a baby when he’s sick) while I snuggled my coughing son and explained in calm and soothing tones we were going to the hospital to get some medicine to make him feel better. I made good on my word and my baby was healthy and back in his bed by 2am thanks to the wonderful staff at Wilford Hall Medical Center. I explained to Dad what the doctor told me and told him I’d be back in the morning with Popsicles for our son’s raw throat. I got to bed at 2:30am and woke to my alarm at 8am. I called to check and our little guy was fine and playing though there was a considerable amount of butt dragging on my part after two nights with insufficient sleep and legs still sore from Thursday.
The moral of this story: Life happens. Many days there are more important things than sleep, diet and exercise so we keep calm and carry on.
That brings us to Saturday and my next blog…
*The original picture that I posted here was not of my sick child. Yes, it was the same child, but I never, EVER post current photos of my children online. The photo was from a year ago but I wouldn’t want people to think I would exploit my child’s illness for a blog so I just had to set the record straight.