What a difference a day makes...

Was I ever glad to put yesterday in my rear view! Compared to yesterday, I felt like a brand new person this morning. Apparently there is some mini virus going around. I've talked to 3 different people who've all complained of the same symptoms I had yesterday. Aches, fatigue, just generally wiped out. Anyway, be on the lookout for the tiny ugly germs, they'll sneak attack you.
So, yoga. Yoga was great this morning, I was so glad that this was the workout I did after a sick day. I think I might make it my new "post sickness" workout. It would have been even better if I had pushed myself even further. The complete Yoga workout is an hour and a half. Anytime I've ever done this video, I've only ever made it about 30 minutes or so. I definitely fell victim to the mental barrier this morning, and stopped at my usual stopping place. I didn't really pay that much attention to whether or not my body wanted to stop. My brain just thought it was time to stop, and so we did.
I still felt really good afterward, and was glad for my 30 minutes. But I had the time this morning to go longer, and in hindsight, definitely had the strength to as well. I think I was just a bit afraid of the unknown. I've never seen or attempted any of the moves past the 30 minute mark, so they're scary. I know I can do (okay, kind of do) the moves up to 29:59. Anything after 30:01 is all uncharted waters.
So, lesson learned. Don't be a pansy. Put on my big girl panties and do the work. No one is making me do this except for me. In the end, I'm only hurting myself by not doing it. I can either maybe be sore for working my body harder than I bargained for, or I can be upset with myself for not pushing to find out how much more I can do.

Also, I mentioned in my Sunday post that I wrapped up my first week at 180.8, just .8 lb from my first mini goal of 179. My final weigh-in for the first week was on Saturday morning. Sunday I got a little cocky and didn't watch what I ate nearly as closely I as I should have, having been so close to my goal. I ate a lot of sodium, and didn't drink nearly enough water. When I weighed Monday morning....183. *#$^#$(!!!! However, interestingly Monday was also my sick day so I didn't work out at all. Monday night, I also treated myself to the top of a Guinness and Bailey's cupcake, and a few vanilla sandwich cookies dipped in Nutella. By all accounts, I should have only moved further from the elusive 179. But just because I'm a masochist, I hopped on the scale again this morning. 181.2....Seriously? I work out and pay close attention to my nutrition all week, only to end up barely more than half a pound away from my first goal. But the ONE day I let myself slack off and eat garbage, I lose 1.8 lbs??? SERIOUSLY?! Too bad it doesn't always work like that...