We've been enjoying a fairly low key Family Day weekend. I went out to JDFT girls night on Friday and had fun, rolled in at 3 am only to have Kenyon wake up exactly 10 minutes later puking (a horrible side effect from his new anti-seizure medicine). My plan was to go to Hardcore (and Tom agreed to go with me) on Saturday morning but after being up until almost 5:30 am cleaning up puke and bathing Kenyon, I was just too bagged to go. I was disappointed but moved on planning on getting a work out in that night. Well that night rolled around and I just couldn't do it (or so I let myself believe) I was too tired. Now I know that if I had made myself do it, I would have felt better but I went to bed believing that it was just "too much work" to exercise.
Sunday morning rolled around and we decided to take the kids to Drumheller for the day, determined not to make any excuses, I packed a bag full of healthy snacks for us to eat on the drive and looked forward to spending the afternoon walking around the museum. I was disappointed that I was going to miss the Get Fit Club meeting but family was more important and we basically needed 2 parents at all times to monitor my son whose medications were still working their way out of his system. I knew that I'd feel good after spending a good couple of hours walking and we'd be home early enough that we could even get a workout in when we got home. Well the afternoon didn't really go as I'd planned, we got to the museum and toured around there for all of an hour, 2 &4 year old boys don't quite have the attention span to look at anything for more than 30 seconds despite how "cool" & "amazing" it all was. So after just a little more than an hour, we piled all 3 kids back into the van and drove some more. By the time we got home, we'd driven almost 600 km, eaten out and had 3 kids who were more than ready for bed. I did not workout and I went to bed feeling a little bitter.
Well good morning Monday, NOT! I woke up not only with some sort of stomach bug that has not been pleasant to say the least, I woke up a total raving bitch! Grouchy and emotional (and no it's not that time of the month) and the only real change from my normal routine is the lack of exercise. The biggest kicker of it all is that, not only am I a raging bitch who's ready to tear pretty much anyone a new asshole which is multiplied tenfold if you're my husband, I actually CAN'T work out tonight because this stupid bug has convinced my ass not to cooperate. I told my hubby that I was going to workout anyways but he felt the need to remind me of Jo's rule (apparently he does pay attention when he wants to hold something over me, douche): If fluids are coming out of either end, take a break. Apparently cleaning up the shit from 2 kids in diapers is enough and he doesn't want to have to deal with me too.
I'm sitting here though feeling the itch, also feeling my stomach rumble & gurgle and make all sorts of other disgusting noises that I'm sure aren't normal but I want my fix! I told my husband, "all I want to do is go to the damn gym but they're friggin closed and I'm friggin sick". This is not a set back for me, just a major piss off. I like, no, LOVE working out and exercising now. I LOVE having my 4 year old son say to me, "mommy, let's go to the gym instead" every time I suggest we go pretty much anywhere. I just wish that these damn bugs could stay the F*&# away from me so that I can keep doing what I love. According to my husband, I'm sick because I want to workout even when I'm sick. If I don't get my fix soon, look out world, MOMzilla will be on the prowl ready to roar and tear someone a new asshole.
Excuses are the nails used to build the house of failure. - Don Wilder
Aww. Hope your poop shoot feels better in the morning and you can get in a workout tomorrow!
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