The best-laid plans of mice and men
by Buzzed Beef
Greetings Bears.
You may notice my salutation didn't have its usual exclamation point. There's good reason for that: I can't report happy news on the fitness front for me this past week.
Why the gloom? For starters, I was lazy and lethargic. The optimism and enthusiasm with which I wrote last week's article didn't survive past Monday morning. The worst? I didn't do one bit of exercise all week. I didn't do one minute of cardio. The closest I came to lifting weights was putting the plates back on the racks while straightening up the gym floor while working. Oh, and it was Thanksgiving. So, to add insult to injury, I ate a lot too. Boy, did I eat a lot....turkey, dressing, gravy, deviled eggs, green bean casserole, pecan pie, pumpkin pie, ice cream, brownies, etc, etc, etc. And of course there were leftovers.
I also received (perhaps I should say 'had confirmed') some bad news about someone who is close to me and has been involved in my fitness quest. Naively, it hadn't previously occurred to me that anyone other than myself could have such an impact on my efforts at the gym. No matter, I must deal with the news and move on.
It wasn't a good week, fellas. That's all I can say...no reasons, no excuses. I just failed on all accounts and I really have no one else to blame but me.
I'm off to the Castro tree lighting ceremony. Maybe a dose of Christmas cheer will motivate me to do better. Let's hope this week is better than my last one.
Until next time,
Hugs (and licks if you want 'em)