My husband went to the emergency room at 3 a.m. Tuesday. He'd been sick and the doctor on Monday said if he woke up unable to breath, to not screw around... just GET TO THE HOSPITAL. They admitted him and he spent 36 hours there, the first twelve under quarantine before they ruled out Swine Flu (felt like I was in a Michael Crichton book!--I love those viral stories...)
Where that left me was as single mom who still held a full time job, plus had to run things to my husband at the hospital and visit a little (my daughter thought it was not NEARLY enough—she may occasionally be a pill, but she is FULL of empathy... “Poor dad. I feel so bad leaving him there alone.”) She visited with me (illegally, as she is 14 and the rules during this epidemic are no visitors under 16—you know the deal on me and rules though...)
Probably don't even need to TELL you that I didn't get up to exercise at 5 a.m. after being up in the middle of the night... And because I called in sick, I also didn't walk to and from work. To add to that, ALL WEEK I failed to do my strengthening/flexibility stuff.
But I DID do my other days of eliptical and all but one other walk (it was only 0 on Friday morning, so Bob gave me a ride—exercise is good, freezing is NOT.
What I Managed
Amazingly, I ate in point range all week. It was the top of my range, and there were times it was REALLY hard because I was sort of flying by the seat of my pantslessness to pull everything together, but I managed.
I guess it all comes back to planning and making it easy. A new week starts today and I can get back to my check list of kinds of exercises besides just the calorie burning ones. I survived a hell week, on plan and with a small loss... (even lost two inches off my hip bone line! Yay! That was the one that hadn't moved at the 2 week mark, but now at 4 weeks it did—it is the one that means though I am not in my next size down of jeans, I can only wear my fat jeans once before I have to wash them or they get too stretched out to really wear... PROGRESS!