Ack, the dreaded sickness...

I could feel it in the air. I always can. With my wedding only 82 days a way my stress level is HIGH. I mean really high. On the outside I look mostly cool and collected and organized, but on the inside I am simultaneously crying, screaming, and laughing. Basically there is a crazy person living inside of me and I am trying not to let them out. With all this pent up anxiety, it was only natural that I was going to be sick yet again.

I did not finish my 10 hour workout week last week. After a Wednesday ass-kicking in sculpt I needed a day of rest...which turned into two, then three, then four, and now I'm sick. Hopefully relaxing a little today will help me get back to my normal self, and send me back to the gym. Everyday that you stay away is harder to go back. I know that some of you had questions, but yes, I am in fact human.

And to clear up some confusion. I do not love to workout now. Sometimes I sit in my car and try to think up excuses why I can't go to the gym. "Oh look, I have no gas." "This hour in the day disrupts my lunchtime." "I should really be ". It's not easy, even for me. And although I have mostly kicked my stress eating habit, it's always trying to sneak it's way back into my life. I just have to remember to be stronger then that.

I know that this blog wasn't particularly motivating, but I want you to know that I am a real person that has to jump over hoops to get to what she wants. And so are you. :)