I failed, miserably. My fitness goals got derailed with the holidays and I used my broken thumb as an excuse to stay off track. In all honesty, I just got lazy and as the days turned into weeks it was harder and harder to get myself to the gym. A few weeks ago I was feeling motivated again and, with gusto, I headed back to the gym. After working out a couple days, I got knocked on my behind with a nasty cold. Then I worked a slew of night shifts and, well, now its been another couple weeks without working out. Wah-wah-wah.
This week is fairly light as far as work goes and the hubby is working crazy hours, so what better week to start all over? Yesterday I dragged my bum to the gym and finally worked out. I only lasted 25 minutes on the elliptical before I felt like passing out. So I headed to the treadmill and did another 15. I finished up with some leg weights before heading home.
Today I planned on trying a Zumba class for the first time. It was scheduled for 5:45 pm and I accidentally fell asleep on the couch this afternoon. A phone call woke me up at 5 pm (I think God was trying to tell me something...). I really really did not want to get off the couch, but I willed myself up, got dressed and made it in time for class. It wasn't my favorite class ever, but that's because I have two left feet and hate feeling stupid in front of a wall of mirrors and a group of total strangers. However, I left exhausted and drenched in sweat. I think I'll stick with Body Pump and continue trying other classes (kickboxing and cycling are on my list).