2 weeks later . . .

Two weeks ago all was going along fantastic, my training was near perfect, my intake of sugar was non-existent and then BAM! Life hits.

My 4 year-old daughter got sick with a bad cold (who knew snot could come out your eyes???) and so that severely hampered my ability to do much of anything. I couldn't go to the gym because she couldn't go into the Kids Club and come evening time when my husband would get home I was so exhausted that I just didn't have the energy myself to go workout. But I couldn't blame her cold for long but soon it was my cold, as well. Which I can say that I'm still trying to get over today but at least I know I'm finally back on the way up. So since the 1st of June my workouts consisted of that Monday - I did an hour of recoery cardio (yawn, boring, hate it), Thursday the cold had hit but I was going stir crazy and put her in the jog stroller and went for a walk/jog to the RedBox to get her a movie and back (1.9 miles), Friday Megan was doing a bit better so she went to Kids Club and I went to spin class. Spin felt decent at the time but was a huge mistake and I felt HORRIBLE from that point on. Sunday we had the Elephant Rock bike tour which we'd registered for weeks ago, thank goodness we'd only registered for the 7 mile family ride. I made Jay put Megan's seat on his bike and after that 30 minutes of exercise I came home and napped for 3 hours. Then by Friday I was starting to feel a little human and went out on a bike ride with a couple of friends, one of which is very pregnant, so I knew that would force me to slow down, which I needed. And that felt so good just to get out and was a huge plus for my mental health that I went again with another friend, who is just starting to ride and again would force me to slow down, on Saturday. Saturday night I actually slept through the night for the first time in over a week! So this week I'm going to try and ease back into my workouts again.

But wait, wasn't I training for a duathlon? Why, yes I was. And no, I didn't do it. It was a really hard decision to make but I decided that pushing myself for 2 hours for the race would set me back even further and it was best just to get over this cold and start training for the next one. I was pretty depressed for a few days last week, making that decision, being sick, and everything else I'd had to cancel over the past 2 weeks: 2 facial appts (the original and the reschedule), a shopping trip with girlfriends, a girls night out, many workouts, work, group bike rides, etc.

So my goal is to run for the first time since May 31st this coming Friday for 2-3 miles and just see how much ground I've lost. Then I can start looking for the next race.

And finally, SUGAR. The 33 days of no sugar have come and gone. How did I do? Not too bad, considering. I made it 23 days totally free and clear. On the night of girls night at the Melting Pot I had a 7-up since I could feel the cold coming in my throat, but I did not have any of the chocolate fondue. Over the next 2 weeks I had countless glasses of Diet 7-up since that's all that ever seems to sound/feel good when I have a cold and lose my voice(which for me is a given with any cold). I also with absolute purpose went out to DQ one night because my throat hurt so bad. (I did ended up going to the doctor at one point last week because my throat was so swollen I couldn't eat anything solid - no strep just swollen glands). And I caved the night after Elephant Rock and had some Frozen Yogurt when we went to dinner at Sweet Tomatos that night (although I didn't have the cookie that came with our lunch after the ride.) I'm sure there were some other bites of sugar that happened over the last two weeks that I'm forgetting - but all in all not too bad.

So what now? I did have some birthday cake on Saturday at a friends and a mini Snickers (not even funsize) that'd been in our freezer for weeks (end of day 33), I've had a bite of Megan's cookie at Tokyo Joe's on Sunday. So I think I will see what a renewed attempt at moderation looks like, now that I know I can survive without it. But what I haven't done is weigh myself and I have no intention of doing so. I plan to leave the scale in the cupboard and have decided that other numbers are more important to me: pace, speed, distance, races, workouts, friends (not all necessarily in that order!)