This week was really crap, fitness wise, I mean. I went to the gym last Saturday and all went well. I went home with a clearer and stronger motivation to be on track but hey, motherly duties called.

On Sunday, my darling daughter got really sick and has to be rushed to emergency at 4 am due to an asthma attack. We were then advised by the doctor to take her to the clinic for nebulizer every six hours - that would be morning, before I go to work, noon (my husband had to take off from work) and night after our work. Meaning? No gym time for me for 5 long days. Wow, do I feel these fat cells growing again!

Last Thursday when the babe had settled, I went to the gym again and did all the weight training I missed for the entire week: shoulders, chest, abs, back and legs and got a very sore butt and thighs the next day. Man, when will I be accustomed to lunges and squats!?

I weighed myself on Thursday afternoon with eyes half-open, ready to admit defeat but hey, I lost 2 pounds. I guess the sleepless nights and throttling to the hospital carrying a heavy kid did it.

Anyhow, I hope to be back to my fitness routine, starting tomorrow. I just don’t feel as good as when I’m exercising. This  is not about losing weight anymore, it’s about feeling better and more alive!