Excuses

I know I need more exercise to get closer to where I want to be, mentally and physically.  I don't like making excuses, but I can't see my way around these two.

Excuse number one:  A long commute and long days at work provide precious few hours with DS.  I refuse to lose anymore time with him than absolutely necessary - it's just not fair to either of us.

So I planned to steal just 20 minutes for myself each evening this week.  Cue excuse number two: my metal-plate-repaired-ankle flipped out after just two days of moderately increased activity.  As it has every other time I've attempted an exercise routine, making it all too easy to just give up.  I fully intend to try again when the pain lessens (our crazy weather patterns with weird barometric pressure changes are most likely to blame for this particularly sudden onset of pain,) but right now I'm stuck elevating and icing it in the evenings after just the bare minimum of movement during the day.  Which, of course, also keeps me from really playing with DS.

It's difficult to stay positive when I feel like the universe is doing it's best to prevent me from reaching my goals.

One step forward, two pounds back.

I'm working on making healthy lifestyle changes.  I've been trying to eat consciously at home and away.  I walk during my lunch break and do simple stretches in the break room whenever I need 5 minutes away from my desk.  We take family walks in the evenings and I run and play with DS at home and at the park.

But I've still gained 2 pounds since weighing myself 3 weeks ago.

I know eating out is the culprit, and I am incredibly relieved that our kitchen is finally usable again.  Things will be better.  I am back in control.