Retrospect On Mondays

So why is it Mondays always manage to feel like a lion trying to chew my legs off?  Like an epic life or death battle?  Not that this one was not successful!  I set goals on Friday:
1. Complete project and post pics here.
2. Work out at least twice.
3.  Not wreck workouts with bad eating.

Okay.  Now I sort of feel like maybe it was not so successful.  I DID work out twice AND we took the dogs for a 2.5 mile walk on the day I didn't.  YAY!

I did complete a few projects though not specifically the one I referenced on Friday.  Does it count that I sculpted something to help my daughter complete a school project ? (She had to create a hedgehog habitat so I sculpted 3 hedgehogs for her to use.)  I also helped her with some design ideas, though she did all the work and decided what went where, etc.  I created a collage for my husband for his St. Patrick's Day Triathlon and framed that so he could hang it in his accomplishment display.  I made an Easter sculpt and put that and another critter in my Etsy store. (http://www.etsy.com/shop/aleciaedwards)  And I finished another critter, but forgot the pics so he did not get listed.  Overall I feel like I wrapped up two things that were dangling out there 95% complete, and created (or helped create) at least two more.  Even though the original goal was not completed, I still feel like it was a victory!

Which leaves the eating. Ugh.  Was doing well Friday.  Chik-fil-a for Saturday breakfast was probably not too great on the 'best-things-to-put-in-your-piehole' list.  Got home from the grocery store to find husband had slipped Reeses Peanut Butter Eggs in the basket.  My arch nemesis, those things are.  It was ugly.  Let's just say that with help from my family - more specifically my son and husband - that bag was gone by nightfall.  Fine.  That blew it for Saturday, Sunday would be better, right?  Uh-huh.  No.  We went out to eat with my mother-in-law and had burgers and steak fries. FAIL.

I will say that I feel like I sort of managed 2 of 3.  AND I hired a trainer.  The idea is to have this person design my workouts for the month, then I carry them out.  The first week of the next month, we meet and make any necessary adjustments.  This way I maintain some sense of responsibility.  The haha of the whole thing was that we did an analysis and decided my biggest obstacle to success was my lack of accountability.  Not that I couldn't or hadn't.  That I simply need someone to admonish me for not doing it that I had no emotional connection to.  (Someone I could dislike strongly enough to prove wrong is more like it!) :P

I give myself a B for this weekend.  It feels like a B anyway!