Last Week Equals Fail, Fail, Fail

Remember when I set some not-so-strict fitness goals last week, citing scheduling conflicts as the reason? Well, that was prior to the phone call letting me know that my grandfather had passed away. And let me tell you, it caught me off guard so much that even my simple goal of three days at the gym and four other days of “staying active” was too much for me to handle.

So much so that I made it to the gym zero days. I didn’t even go to my fitness class. I meant to go, knowing that the physical exertion would help me get through some of this emotional trauma but, well, I also neglected to mention on the blog last week that our sewer backed up into our basement. (I refrained from sharing pictures.) And on Thursday morning, when my Step & Sculpt class is scheduled, the plumber was here, wasting our money. Gee, the scheduling conflicts I wrote about on Monday morning weren’t even the scheduling conflicts that ended up keeping me down and out all week. It’s life, isn’t it?

I feel awful having done nothing but take one (just one!) walk with the boys last week. I feel like a big, fat, sloppy mess. And I don’t like it! Especially when you add in the fact that I turned to comfort foods almost immediately in the wake of my loss. Did I also mention that my monthly cycle hit, too? What a horrible, horrible week for fitness, healthy eating and general goal-reaching.

I know I’m being hard on myself. But someone has to or I’m not going to get myself back into a schedule that works for me, my butt and my family. I need to set my daily goals. I need to stick to them. And I need to keep working towards a healthy me. Right now? I’m not feeling healthy. I ate too much all week. (Have you been to a Polish after-funeral dinner?) I didn’t move. I didn’t push myself. And I don’t even want to try on my jeans. Not this week. Not again.

Goals:

Monday: Elliptical and arms.
Tuesday: Elliptical and yoga at home. Walk with boys.
Wednesday: Pilates at home and ab workout. (Can’t go to gym this day.)
Thursday: Step class.
Friday: Elliptical. Walk with boys.
Saturday: Elliptical. Walk with boys.
Sunday: Ab workout at home. (Likely no gym.)

I really do so much better when I set out a specific day-by-day list of what I plan to do. I still haven’t found shoes. I didn’t have much time to consider it last week. You know, with death and raw sewage and Polish food. Such is life. I’ll find a pair soon. My foot hopes so.