What a week. Thank God it's almost over. Work has sucked, I've only been to the gym once, and I've been alone every single night due to Mr. Perfect's busy rehearsal schedule this week. All of that on top of every girl's favorite time of the month, I'm at my breaking point. While I realize that the gym would've more than likely boosted my moods as opposed to worsening my situation this week, I've failed at getting my motivation up to the level necessary to get my ass in gear.
I felt pretty good on Tuesday. I went and ran... alone... then I came back and watched the full two hours of The Biggest Loser... alone, but I was inspired. I was proud of my run and I love The Biggest Loser on any given week, but "Make-Over Week" is a personal fav. I thought this put my mind back to where it needed to be as far as will power or determination, alas here I am... night number two of no working out. Oh well. Chalk this week up for a loss on all accounts. Good news? Tomorrow's Friday. Thank God.
