It was a horrible work week. It was also a horrible workout week.

And not the best diet week either.

I met an online acquaintance on Monday night–a usual workout night–to talk blogging, so that day was a loss; on Tuesday, when I usually work my second job but haven’t because I’ve run out of clients, I went to a Tweetup focused on food. Wednesday was okay, but Thursday night I drove over sixty miles after work–again, a usual workout time–to substitute for another parent educator who was out.

Then on Friday instead of the usual twelve social workers we have, we had, more or less, four.

It was tough.

I was so weary at the end of Friday that even though I could have worked out, I didn’t. That was an error.

I was just as weary on Saturday, and while I was resistant to doing so, the only thing that helped… was a workout.

I need to remember that–well, I actually do remember that–and more importantly, do it.
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