Swear this isn't an attempt to make excuses, but just spewing out my feelings. Hours after I weighed in on Monday I got a call from the school. 911 had just been called for Sarah, so I was out the door. Unlike past 911 calls from the school, which could be considered overreactions, this one was real. It was an hour-long grand mal seizure featuring severe respiratory distress, and it landed us in the hospital overnight. I was thankful that I had already worked out (and showered...yay!) before I left home, and I was even really good with my eating in the hospital. We were discharged yesterday, and my eating was still fine, but after little sleep in the hospital, I just couldn't face a workout. Sarah's still not well enough to go back to school, so the challenge becomes activity (because I can't leave her home alone). Under this particular flavor of stress I typically don't overeat, but I generally don't like indoor workouts - I'd much prefer getting out under the sun and running the roads...running away from those stresses at home. Oh well...you don't succeed by whining. I'll go throw a workout DVD in and get to it. Hopefully watching me doing aerobics won't throw Sarah into another seizure...guess we'll see! :)
UPDATE: I couldn't do it. I just couldn't waste all that beautiful sunshine. So we adapted/adjusted/improvised. Sarah may not be stable enough for school, but nobody said anything about time outside being a bad idea. I bundled her up and off we went. A brisk 4.2 mile walk = good for my body, good for my mind, and good for Sarah, too.