So far off the bandwagon...

Well, folks, I’m coming up on nearly 3 weeks of not workouts. I’m pretty disappointed in myself which unfortunately is just adding to my feeling of “I don’t wanna” when it comes to exercise. The cooler weather and high-stress at home with husband and children certainly isn’t helping.

My house is complete disaster and I can’t seem to motivate to get it in order. My laundry hamper looks like it vomited all over my bedroom. James’ is the same way. The baby is about the only one whose laundry gets done regularly and that’s only because his wardrobe is much more limited than the rest of us. *sigh*

I kind of knew this would happen when I got sick a few weeks back. I feel like it’s always the way. If you have any desire to do so, you can read back on my blogs from February and March and see how I started going to the gym, got sick, stopped.

The major difference right now is my increased calorie intake. It would be one thing if I were eating in my 1600-1800 range without exercise. I lost slowly but steadily at that amount up until September when I finally got my butt in gear with the lifting. I posted a while ago “One week without exercise does not a 20 pound gain make” – however a couple MONTHS of no exercise and poor eating at an increased calorie limit absolutely CAN and WILL equal a gain of everything I worked hard to lose and I’m afraid that is the path I’m currently on. (Sorry for the run-on sentence there.)

 I’m not sure how to kick my butt into gear. Yesterday morning as I fixed breakfast for the kids I thought to myself, “Tonight I will come home and exercise… after we carve pumpkins… and I go return that stuff to Target and DSW and the mall… and then it will be like 10pm… okay, tomorrow I will come home and exercise… except it’s Halloween. EFF.”

I did not exercise. I actually would have had time, too.. but then there's that whole "motivation" problem again. 

I know I need to just MAKE myself do it.

Tomorrow is November 1^st. Do we know what that means? Weigh in time.

There’s this weird part of me that is really excited for it – to see if bumping up my calories actually did me a favor – and then, of course, there’s the terrified part that I’m going to step on that scale and it will say, “202.3” or some other such ridiculously high number that will make me want to eat the entire bag of oreos in my kitchen. (And by entire bag, I mean like 5 or 6…. Y’know, 2 servings. Hey. That IS a binge for me. Could you imagine eating like 50 oreos??? *puke*)

Anyway... wish me luck with tomorrow! I will try to remember to post my results! (I will try to remember to actually weigh in! lol)