I have a confession to make.
I haven't 'officially' worked out in 5 days.
Oh, I've moved around and been active - I've played with little kids, been a human clean machine at home, folded at least 12 tons of laundry, hauled things up and down the stairs, and did several hours of active wedding-supply shopping with my friend and bridesmaid Sharon.
But have I gone to the gym? Nope. Have I gone for a walk around the lake? Not in 5 days, I haven't! If I was an alcoholic, you would say that I've relapsed - only instead of hitting the bottle, I've hit the couch.
However, I've still done fairly well with eating, although I did take the weekend off from counting calories. I'm back on that wagon today, though, and as I write this, I'm headed to the gym to work out! Wish me luck, people, I'm gonna need it!