I'm a slacker

You read the title right! I am a slacker. Its Saturday 11:30 a.m. and I've missed not only my nutrition seminar at 10 a.m., but also every single lower body workout held this morning. Why? I do have an excuse, but I honestly can't say that it's very legit.

Before 4 a.m. (I think...I was pretty tired yet) we were out the door, in lightning and rain, to take Rob to the airport for a 6 a.m. flight. The way it looked out we were wondering if the plane would even take off. I'm a little worried about him being gone this entire week because he has been my rock. I've been getting up every morning because I don't want to disappoint him. There is this little part of me that has been thinking that he was wondering if I'd be able to get up and make it to class? That little part of me has been too afraid to ask him. So I've kept thinking it, getting up and going. No complaining about it being so early. Just doing it because it's what I need to do. It's what I need to do to prove to him, but most of all me, that I CAN DO THIS!

After saying our good-bye, Emilie pulled out of the drop off lane and headed down Fleur Drive toward home. That was until she spotted what I call the golden arches of hell! McDonalds. UGH! Why? Why? Why? I wanted to keep this kid happy, so I couldn't keep from tuning right into the drive thru. I ordered her a breakfast sandwich and myself an Egg McMuffin with bacon and a small OJ. My first thought was "Oh is this going to be good!" The second thought, "I'm going to pay for this in a few hours!" Holy heck what did I just do?

Once we got home, Emilie and I crawled back into bed for a couple more hours of sleep. My ass! How stupid can I be to not set the alarm clock? And why is it that just about every other Saturday morning my daughter wakes up at 8 a.m. and wants to watch cartoons and eat a Pop Tart? Why did she not do it this morning? Because Emilie, like me, was pooped out!

So, does shopping for workout closes, kid’s clothes and a few groceries count as a workout? If the rain stays away, we just might get in a 1.5 mile walk through the neighborhood.