I was doing SO well. Exercising everyday, eating right, drinking lots of water, and then...it got hot, Ava got sick, we traveled out of town, the list goes on and on.
Even this morning, when I actually had the time to get a workout in, I chose to take a morning nap.
And now, I'm sitting here, on the couch, killing some time before I have to go to a parent/teacher conference for the kiddo.
Why's it SO hard to get back into the routine once it's been interrupted? Ugh. Feeling super guilty about it, and yet, I'm not making any changes toward fixing it.