I've been BAD!

Well, here I am. Mandy, thanks for the book recommendations.

Didn't make it to the Rez on Saturday. No, it wasn't the weather (although I heard it was cancelled bc of the storm). I woke up LATE! I set the alarm and apparently turned it off, instead of hitting the snooze. I don't recall doing it, but I opened my eyes at 7 AM. For those of you who don't know, I live in Hazlehurst, and it takes 1 hr to get to the Rez.

Anyhoodles, I fed the kids, and sat around watching the rain. Then tackled the mountain of dirty laundry, and around 6, headed to Outback to take my husband out for his birthday.
No walking/running that day.

Sunday, more laundry. Took husband out for birthday celebration numero dos, this time with all the kids in tow. Came home in a "Mexican food coma" and took a very short nap (less than 1 hr). No training.

See the pattern?

Yesterday, I was off from work. Time for some serious house cleaning. Have I mentioned I hate housework? Well, with the traveling in the past months, my house hadn't been thoroughly cleaned in a while. So I did that yesterday. Non stop from 9:30 to 3:30. Non-stop, I kid you not. I was exhausted by the time I got thru.
I went to the track and could only manage to walk 25 min. My knees hurt, but I think it was from moving stuff around while cleaning. I'm planning on getting out there tonight and trying to at least do 40 min.

So I've been bad. I really have no right to complain about how hard this is, considering I haven't been sticking to the training as I should. So I won't.

I will, however, rant about body issues. ok, I'm not one to obsess about weight. As long as my clothes fit, I don't care what the scale says. Since I got married, I have gained a few pounds, my body has changed thru pregnancies, but all in all, I've managed to go back to my pre-pregnancy clothes both times.

So I figured, once I started this training, I would drop some pounds, and clothes should fit better, right? WRONG.
I cannot get into pants that fit just a month ago (when I went to Orlando). The scale says I still weigh the same as I did then, but I cannot get into them.
I'm beyond frustrated, I thought it was my eating so since going to Orlando, I've been more conscious of what I eat, etc. NOTHING. No change.

So instead of shopping for smaller sizes, I'm shopping for bigger ones! So that's that. Another salad for lunch. I'm morphing into a rabbit, in the hopes that if my eating habits are the problem, I'll see some numbers change on the scale.