Penance

Here is my post-vacation confession:  I did not do one single solitary lick of exercise during my entire week in South Carolina.  I thought about it.  I thought about it a lot.  While my husband was out for his 4 or 5 mile runs, I thought about it.  On the days it warmed up and the wind stopped blowing, I thought about it.  I even thought about my usual morning crunches and push-ups.  But thinking never once led to doing.  I did not even go for a walk. 

Food-wise I did okay.  I tried to be sure to get my water, eat my fruits and veggies, and stop when I was full.  There was one particularly ugly incident involving a box of Cheez-Its that I found in my mother-in-law's kitchen, but other than that things seem to have stayed in balance.

So now it's back to the land of the ice and snow.  I have been exercising hard and faithfully since my return and continuing to try to make good choices when I eat.  As a result, I'm a little sore and a little hungry.  But that's okay.  Sometimes you need a little break and then you go back to your regular habits and life moves on.

And in the meantime, on days when I leave the gym and my fingers get so cold that I have to run the heat on full blast all the way home in order to warm up, I can always come home and look at this picture:

Or this one:

Yes, that's a dolphin.  He was totally awesome!  Even better than a box of Cheez-Its!