I spent last weekend whining about my knee. I know I need to hit the doctor and get it checked out so I can get on the road to recovery (whatever that looks like) but Thanksgiving is coming up, blahblah excuses blah. I *am* going to hit up the doctor today because I woke up feeling like I had swallowed broken glass, so I will definitely make my appointment then.
The problem is, as the problem always is, is scheduling. Jillian has been on half-days since last Thursday, which means I only have about an hour to myself. That’s not enough time to get to the gym and back, and because my knee has been hurting and the weather has been iffy and THESE ARE MY EXCUSES.
I need to break this cycle but of course Thanksgiving is happening this week. We’re headed out to my ancestral land of Ohio, where we will eat food and drink wine and beer with abandon, and I know there isn’t going to be any working out happening.
I will try to be as mindful as I can be and not EAT ALL THE THINGS but it is going to be difficult. Our hotel has a pool, so I will try to take advantage of that. And then come Monday, we are back on a regular schedule and thus back on track.