I usually have a weight-loss warrior story to share on a Monday morning. Something that happened in the weight room at the gym that I either overcame with a vengeance or struggled through until the clock ran out.
Today ... I got nuthin.
Sunday morning, I laced up my sneakers and headed out at 10 a.m. when the Y opened only to be met by heavy snowfall and unplowed roads. I nearly got stuck at two intersections. (Don't worry, I made it to Hy-Vee where I was able to purchase coffee. I ran out, which is unacceptable on a Sunday morning.) I had to admit defeat and go home.
My mom made it safely from Fairmont, and she parked behind me, and we waited out the storm all day Sunday. Then my roommate and her boyfriend parked behind us due to the snow emergency.
With cars behind and snow to shovel to get out, I had to cancel today's workout with Jackie.
So, I've just tried to be really careful with food, and when I weigh-in Thursday to check my progress before the final push of month 2, I guess we'll see if my lack of activity has caused any damage.
I sure hope not!!!