There will be stellar weeks, good weeks, OK weeks and just plain WTF weeks. I think mine is falling close to the last option. It started out awesome (Tuesday post!) and then Nora woke us up on Tuesday night burning up and so sad. Sick kid, there's honestly no worst feeling in the world than when the well being of your little kiddo is out of your hands. Night one, 2 hours of choppy sleep. Wednesday, thank goodness Hassan took a day off otherwise.....I don't even know but thankfully I didn't have to find out. The exhaustion is real, the delirious state is no freakin joke, so no matter what was at the end of that finish line on Wednesday night (chocolate cake?!?!?!) I would not be crawling across to get it. Wednesday night was not much better, maybe 3 hours of choppy sleep and this time around no hubs to bail me out....he went to work....so he could get some sleep in the car after lunch (can you blame him!?!?! :) ) So although the rest of the week did improve, the energy level is at the all time low.
So other than yoga on Monday and that killer cycling session on Tuesday, I have nothing to add to my workout list. Awaiting that cycling session tomorrow. With that in mind, I am not entirely sure how much weight I will have dropped by the end of the week. It wouldn't surprise me if none at all, but hey, food's been good so no guilt there. In fact I've been so faithful to my diet that this morning, when the lady at Starbucks sold me a blueberry muffin through no fault of my own (hehe) I found it over-the-top sweet. And I've only been sugar free (well sugar-less-than-usual) for 2 weeks. Incredible how quickly body readjusts. Kiara polished off the rest of that muffin, because truly it felt like dessert rather than breakfast (it was gooooooood though).
The pic for today's entry did not come easy. Maybe this whole week is just cursed. Hassan struggled and struggled with that damn Caprese salad (YUM!!!!). If you know Hassan, you know that words "I'm about to give up" don't come easy or very often. I both love and hate him for that stubbornness (he's currently piping in "It's called perseverance"). I however am as impressed as ever with the final result. I am talking about the photograph, although the salad was delicious as well.
Today was busy/hectic/crazed up with more things to do on top of the usual weekend frenzy, so by 8pm as Hassan asked me if he should fix me up a salad to go with shrimp I looked at him and said "Screw it, I'm tired, I'm hungry, I'm impatient!" so rice it was.
Ah well, at the end of it, I've been in this "mom game" long enough to learn to just go with what life gives you........I'm not great at it, but I hear practice makes perfect :)