I really did hurt. Still do.

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!