I'm So Mad at Myself!

I have to admit, before the weekend came, I had planned out my workouts to make sure I stayed on track.  6am Saturday morning in the gym and Sunday morning at home.  
For Sunday's workout I did about 20 minutes of Zumba (which is an amazing cardio and core workout!) followed by pretty much the same exercises I did earlier in the week.  
However, Monday morning was another story.  The alarm went off, as usual, at 5:15am but instead of jumping out of bed, I hit snooze.  Then I hit snooze again.  And again.  
Eventually I got my lazy butt out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen.  My eyes flew open and I found I was suddenly wide awake.  The clock on the stove glowed 6am.  Now there was no time for a workout. 
I was so mad at myself! Yes, the extra minutes of sleep and snooze were wonderful (we have a new bed, by the way, and some days I wonder how I'm able to get out of it at all, it's so super comfy!), but how was I going to fit in a workout now?????  I can't believe I did that!!! ARGH!!!!
I think I might have been mad at myself for another reason, as well.  This coming weekend is Kingston Kicks.  It's a whole weekend of martial art seminars and a tournament.  That sounds like it will be a lot of sweating and working hard (and it totally will be!) but it will also be a lot of eating out, drinking and sitting around.  So, that makes this week very important...since it's very unlikely I'll do any working out Saturday or Sunday, I needed to stay motivated this week.  I'm still not sure how, but I will do my best to fit in some kind of workout today and tomorrow morning I am setting that stupid alarm for 5am!!!

The kids felt like doing some baking this weekend.  Cassie made some chocolate chip cookies and Colton made some brownies.  Nothing like a little temptation laying around while I try to eat healthy.  I had one small cookie right after they came out of the oven, because, well, come on, warm chocolate chip cookies are like a little piece of heaven.  And that was it.  No cookie dough.  No chocolate chips straight from the tupperware container.  No brownies.
Mark, on the other hand, did nothing to restrain himself.

On another note...I'm not feeling overly worried about Mark beating me in this friendly competition so much anymore....hehe