30 Day Shred - Day 3

 I decided to take Saturday off, for several reasons.

This is a picture of my friend Connie (left) and me (right).

First of all, I could hardly walk in the morning.  Part of the reason is that I went to a party Friday night, I drank a lot (for me at least), managed to get home and get 4 hours of sleep, and then had to be at work at 7 am.  However, it was mostly due to the workouts I had on Thursday and Friday.  Being this sore hurts like hell, but it's kinda nice.  I feel so accomplished when I'm sore like this.  I also love the thought that my body is changing!  I know I just began, but my muscles already feel different.

This is another picture of Connie and I.  I have some serious mixed emotions about this picture.  First of all, it's hilarious because the party was a lot of fun and I can still hear Connie's drunken voice from the conversation.  However, it disgusts me because I don't realize how bad I look until I see pictures.  This was a serious reality check for me.  I MUST GET RID OF MY EXTRA CHINS!!!  Among other things.

Second, like I already said, I had to be at work at 7 am.  I could have worked out before coming in, however, I thought sleep would be a better option.  Especially since I wasn't going to get much to begin with.  I didn't want to push myself or body too hard.  I know sleep is very important in the healing process and thought I'd go that route.  I have to say, I actually put a lot of thought into this decision.  I hated taking the day off on the 3rd day, but felt like I had a real reason.  I wasn't just being lazy.

Next, after work, I only had about 2 1/2 hours with my family until I had to meet a friend for dinner.  I thought about sneaking a quick workout in, but I thought the family time was more important.  I left for work around 12:30 on Friday afternoon, went from work to the party, from the party to bed, from bed to work and didn't get home until about 1:15 Saturday afternoon.  That's a long time for me to be without my kids.  When I finally got home, I was so heartbroken because I could just tell that the kids missed me like crazy.  I felt so selfish for going out and leaving them.  However, I do, now, realize the importance of having a social life.  I am a completely different person since I started going out.  I have hope and dreams and thoughts of a future, again.

Finally, I didn't get home from dinner and coffee until 10pm.  Seriously?  We talked for 6 hours?  I have NO idea where the time went, but that happens when you have great company and conversation.  Anyway, by the time I got home, I was so exhausted from the busy 2 days that I had and sore as can be from working out and from sitting in a very hard, uncomfortable chair for so long.  I crawled into bed, turned on the tv, relaxed a bit and then passed out.

All in all, I had a fantastic weekend!