I had gotten my butt back in gear this summer with my fabulous plan.
I dropped my kids off at their respective summer activities and then I strapped on my iPhone and went for a run. I averaged 4 very slow miles up and down Chattanooga's famous hills. I was doing great, feeling fine, getting my legs back. My knee was only bothering me on occasion and I was sweating like a beast. I didn't mind that it was 8:30 and 92 degrees. I just thought about running when it was cool.
I was back.
We started renovations and I started a new job.
Exercise became more sporadic.
I was feeling guilty, but then I thought about it.
I can take a week (or 10 days) off and not fall off the wagon.
I can eat healthy and maintain my weight. (The real reason comes to light!)
So what, I am getting bat wings.
Big deal, I feel slug like.
My life will not fall apart.
I don't get back to it on Monday.