Don't Celebrate Or Concede Too Early

First day back at work. Much harder than I thought it would be. I was so ready – ready to get out of the house, ready to get off the couch, ready to be productive and do something.

But now it’s almost 3:00 and I’m struggling because all I want is a nap.

How appropriate is my blog topic given last night’s Super Bowl? Great game. Horrible play call but great game.  Not that I was passionate about either team – but I like games where there’s a comeback. Or a chance for a comeback. Anything besides a blowout. I like anticipation and twist.  Except when the twist leads to my team losing. Then it’s a great game with a sucky ending.

But it’s as true for life as it is for football – you never ever know what the next play will bring. I’ve been in situations that I never thought I would be in, have been given opportunities beyond what I could imagine, and have missed the mark more than a time or two.  I think you just gotta roll with it and be humbly grateful for the touchdowns and not too discouraged by the tackles. It’s a complicated dance that I have yet to master.  But I'm having fun tryin…

**Update** 
I actually went home and ran on the treadmill!  I've just recently started a running program (again) and the week off was already too much.  And it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be- my body didn't go into shock. 

In my head, being fit (working out) just comes down to time.  I know it's really more complicated than that but I always feel if I just had more time.  When husband came home I was still in my workout clothes. And I use that phrase loosely- does a sports bra and shorts count as clothes? 

In your mind, that may make you think of something like this:

But I can assure you, in reality it is more like this:

That's the kinda gap I'm looking at between the body I have and the body I want. 

Yep. It's a big gap. *sigh

I was on that runners high, looking like picture 2 but feeling like picture 1 when I proudly exclaimed 'You know when I quit work I'm gonna look like this every day when you get home, right?' Then I glanced down, saw my belly hanging over my shorts and quickly added "But not as fat."  

It was my way of telling him that I plan to use my extra time to work out. Because in my mind I'm going to have all my chores done by 10:00 and the rest of the day will be spent on exercise and crafting. 

And I literally just heard all my SAH friends collectively snicker. 

Can't a girl dream?