F for Fallen.
F for Flop.
F for Fail.
Just a quick update for my Fitaly readers here. Don’t worry, I also have a post about smashing my head into the brick wall that is Italy. It’s scheduled for this weekend.
Fitaly Friday results not so good this week, folks.
I’m still at F – 1.
I blame my husband for being born 33 years before the second week of my Fitaly challenge. Birthday dinners and cake ruined my efforts. I also had a fairly intense work week. There was also bad weather that botched my walking plans. Also… also… um… also…
Ok, I’m stopping. It’s my fault. I could feel it slipping away, yet I did nothing to stop it. Why is this?
I’ve noticed that for me, there is definitely some psychological crap going on with me and comfort food. When I have a rough day, it really hard not to reach for the chocolate. Chocolate loves me. It’s always there for me. And when it isn’t, I know where to find it.
Ok, snapping out of it and moving on. Want to see something funny? I wrapped my marito‘s birthday gifts in old magazines that we really need to throw out but haven’t yet. Yay for upcycling!!
And, on that note –
F for FUTURE FITALY FRIDAYS!!! AAAAAHHHHHH.
Have a good weekend everyone, and let’s try to get back on track this next week. One of my projects is to investigate some DIY weight training from home hacks. Like pumping olive oil bottles or something. If anyone has good resources for that, let me know in the comments. Also, tell me how your weeks went!