That’s Better
I've felt better in the last twelve hours than I have in weeks.
I sprung out of bed, and skipped off to work. I ate my breakfast, lunch, and snacks.
And my stomach held-tight. The exhaustion that has been plaguing me for weeks seems to have lifted a bit too.
Lesson learned: when feeling like hell, don't push it. Rest. Wait. Pray.
I haven't worked out much this week, and my diet has been hit and miss.
Still? I've lost a bit.
The real weigh-in is tomorrow, but I have to say, it feels good to know that I don't have to be a slave to the plan when I really need my rest. All things in moderation--including breaks when needed--and all remains well.
I'm happy to be heading back to the gym tomorrow, though.
