Once again I failed to write yesterday. And it was because I was exhausted. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally.
The workout (Lower) itself was okay. I didn't push myself further, though, so I let myself down in that respect. It was an afternoon workout and I had so many interruptions. Eight year old interrupted. Dog was barking and in the way. Cat attempted cuddles while in downward dog position. After twenty minutes I wanted to give up. I sat down and cried. My husband helped motivate me to continue though. I finished the workout. But I was disappointed in myself.
Now, I haven't really been following the calendar of workouts she gave. I've been doing two a day, have done Sweat three times already, and haven't taken a rest day yet. Which was probably not very smart given that I'm not sleeping well at night right now. I'm pretty worn out. Starting an exercise regime and cutting calories and having insomnia while juggling a family is a recipe for burnout.
So today, Day Eight, I took a rest day. It worked out beautifully since not only did I only sleep an hour last night, but my gorgeous little girl failed to nap save forty minutes during the day. I have a headache from hell to boot. 'Worn out' doesn't even begin to describe me right now.
Really relieved that my husband is home tomorrow. Hoping that with his help, I can get back on track. While I needed the rest, I'm feeling guilty and am extremely anxious I gained a couple pounds back.
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