It's been a blah week. I only got to go to the gym once... on Monday. Things were insane at work at home, I had several meetings and appointments to dash about to, and then my oldest son got sick and was home for two days.
I didn't exercise, I ate like crap (can you say mini-brownies in the teacher's lounge?) and just plain old-fashioned fell off the bandster wagon. My scale, as predicted, is up 2.2 pounds after my week of laziness and gluttony.
But tomorrow is the start of a brand new week and I am going to get to the gym at LEAST three times this week (preferably four), I will eat my protein and drink my water, and I will NOT indulge in that crap that I *think* I want but actually feel nasty after eating it.