Step Away From the Cake

Although I started the week with the best of intentions, I struggled every day. Monday was pretty good but Tuesday I could not get out of bed. Wednesday started off okay but I was fighting cravings all day. Thursday was a bust completely. Not only did I not get up but I craved simple carbs. Fried rice for breakfast. Candy and cake with lunch. Cake after school. It was terrible. Also on Thursday I felt a slight head cold. Nothing serious, just enough to make me drowsy and dopey. Went to bed early on Thursday and woke up yesterday sick. Really sick. Like I could not get out of bed sick. It was terrible. Spent most of the day sleeping and watching TV. Had a major headache by the afternoon and wasn't sure if it was from not eating, because I'm not hungry at all, or no coffee. Went to bed early again with a healthy dose of NyQuil on board. Woke up this morning feeling sore all over from lying around too much and still a headache. Got up and moving, had a little something to

There was a time when I loved new beginnings. LOVED them. New weeks got me all excited for what was to come. A new month was most definitely something to celebrate. A new year?!?!??! Forget about it.... I love new starts. I would set goals and make plans for the new beginning. At the beginning of a new week I would lay out my workout schedule for that week. At the beginning of a month I would figure out my goals for the month. At the beginning of a new year I would try to schedule races and such so that I could plan my months and weeks. I loved it. In the last few years I've lost my love of them. One day became similar to another. Days turned into weeks which turned into months and eventually years. They all ran together and had little to distinguish them from each other. I'm going to try it again. Tomorrow is Monday and Tuesday is November....time to make some goals. For the month of November: -Workout 6 days a week -Follow the Turbo Jam Schedule for