The last two days blew chunks for me... I didn't eat much on Wednesday and didn't go to the gym. Hubbie and I went out for dinner and while I ate really well I had 3 martinis. Yesterday I had a very difficult day emotionally. Didn't eat much. I dragged my ass to the gym for a piss-poor pathetic excuse for legs workout:
5 sets Seated Leg Press
3 sets one legged bent over hamstring curls
And called it a day... then went home and had 2 glasses of wine in the dark, alone, talked with my hubby a bit when he got in, ate 2 pieces of my home-made gingerbread/pumpkin bread, took an ambien and passed out a little after 9PM.
But I am not going to beat myself up over it. I did the best I could and feel more empowered today because I AM doing stuff that I need to do in order to keep ME going and try to get my girls to safety.
I don't know if I will just hit the pool for 30 minutes today or do upper body pushing muscles and 20 minutes in the pool. Either way I gotta eat something and hit the gym in a coupla few.
The only thing to do when going through hell, is to keep on going!