I've been excessively sleepy all week long. Like serious ass dragging. My workouts have suffered, my will power to stay on my diet has declined and my graph shows this. I'm still fighting through and doing my best, I just hope I'm able to recover some this weekend and be back on track next week.
So life continues to be life. Last week was a completely lost cause. Jacob was in LA on a business trip and I sulked around the house while he was gone. No working out happened, though I did mow the lawn and it took forever so I'm counting that as a successful workout. Its the little things. He got back at like 230AM Friday and then I spent Friday night in a sleep lab and left for Texas that weekend to say good bye to my little sis who's shipping out to Norfolk, VA. Needless to say, last week was a long one. However, as you've read; Jacob got us tickets to SDCC!! This will be my 6th time going and I'm pretty pumped. On the other hand, Jacob noticed that from the date we bought the tickets we had 100 days until the show... hence the 100 day project. We're 3 workouts in and although I know it's a good thing that we're doing and I'll be so glad (and my doctors will be too) that I've done it, I can't help but dread it every day after work.
I spend all day putting my brain through the grinder to get home and do the same with my body. Its so tiring! Not to mention all the other home things (dishes, laundry, guinea pig maintenance, etc.) that has to get done on a daily basis I just don't know, those fit moms do it. I swear they must get some kind of super power infusion while they're in the delivery room. If that's not what happens, don't tell me... that will just further discourage me from not wanting children.
Anywho... here's my weight chart. You can tell I've not been working out.