Despite my success last week with my motivation the faster the week came to an end.
A hectic Friday, busy with meetings, catch up with friend....catch up with more friends...and then a third catch up for dinner...then my mother-in-law staying...and yes, I am still talking about just Friday...
I let things slip on Friday...milkshakes, McDonalds, coffee's with cream, M&M's...then loads of wine *vomit*
Saturday..not much better.
BUT. Lesson learnt. I am still feeling gross. I am massively bloated- I mean at least 6 months pregnant. I feel sluggish. I feel punished.
So this morning I got my butt out of bed at the unforgiving time of 6am and busted it out. It was harder than I thought. I just struggled the whole way through it and it had only been a few days...However I guess the lesson is learnt- I need to fuel my body properly, or I can't give Zumba my all, and it's pointless...
Anyway.... I can do this.
I cannot eat crap. I can be motivated. And I can reach my goal.