I didn't get up yesterday to get the gym. My sons were in bed with me, climbing all over me and wanting to snuggle, and I was too sore and tired to get out of bed. So ... yeah.
Sitting in classes all day was rough -- the longer I sat, the worse I hurt. I did walk around the building on my lunch break and felt a little better. I would have gone twice but it was getting cold and raining and my hoodie has mysteriously disappeared (probably into the teen's room). But I had 3-1/2 hours of lecture left after that ... plus driving ... I got very sore again. Took another Epsom salt bath, which was interrupted when the fighting children woke up the sleeping baby.
I was still sore when we got up this morning, but I went to the gym anyway. Moving and lifting again helped me feel less sore, which I knew would be the case but it's hard to make yourself do it when you are in recovery.
It's interesting ... I know if I'd been more consistent the last few months, I would be seeing more/better results. There's a lot of mind game stuff going on when you are on a journey to change your life. Part of me still expects that after a good workout, I should have lost 10-15 pounds or something. Logically, I know that's not how this works. But part of my brain says, "Boo! Go eat all the chocolate!"
Today, I'm just glad that, even though I can't quite lift what I was doing last fall, I can still lift a lot more than I could when I started out last spring. I know eventually my body will get used to doing this again. Last spring/summer, it only took a few weeks to get to the point where I didn't hurt after a workout anymore, even when I pushed like I did Tuesday. I'm hoping it is soon!