Last night, I didn’t go to bed until midnight. Then my daughter came in to sleep in my bed (they love to do that when hubby is away). Then the other daughter go up and went to the bathroom and forgot to turn off the light. So I ended up with very little sleep. Very little. Then this evening I had to get everyone’s stuff settled into their classrooms and the school was hot and crowded of course. Then I had to go to kindergarten orientation even though this is my THIRD year having a kindergartener. That lasted for an hour, the entire time standing…listening to things that I already know. I didn’t even bother to try to fill out the three million papers required for the beginning of the school year. I am not sure I can even remember which ones of my kids are in what grades at this moment. Serious sleep deprivation. 
I purposefully planned to put off the weights until this evening. I don’t like to have to deal with the kids while I am lifting weights because they all want to lift and somebody is going to end up getting hurt. Plus, I thought if I had my exercising to do this evening, I wouldn’t have to worry about the witching hour. You know, the time at night when you could easily destroy your ENTIRE DAY OF EATING RIGHT. Yeah, that hour. And this turned out to be the case. I have avoided the witching hour. But the workout was meh. I am having a hard time lifting my arms right now, but I think that is not totally from the lifting. Part of it is from the fact that I am just wiped out and therefore the little bit of lifting that I accomplished has made me feel really fatigued. My goal is just for something to be hurtin’ tomorrow. My money is on my triceps. I couldn’t do some lifts because my pecs I guess they are called, they are still sore from Tuesday and they are not wanting to cooperate. But I could feel my triceps working hard.
Breakfast and lunch were normal. Then for dinner, we needed something quick because of “meet the teacher night” at school. So we had turkey sausage patties on everything bagels with an egg white cooked with peppers and onions. This was a very filling, big sandwich. But I sat there waiting on the kids to get done, seriously contemplating the half of a sandwich that was left over (in addition to the whole one I had eaten). I was full. I didn’t need it. I had fitdayed my calories and knew that I was done for the day. But I just kept on thinking about eating that. I stopped myself, but it still bugs me that I STILL get stupid and want to overeat like that sometimes. And now it is almost 11:00 and I feel hungry and I would be tempted to eat, but I honestly feel too tired to chew.
So, once the oldest three are in school next week I will be lifting the weights earlier in the day. I will only have one child to nag to leave the weights alone at that point. This really is not a good schedule. I run early on running days and lift weights late. So that means that all of my exercise ends up crammed into less than 12 hours, then I end up doing nothing for like 35 hours. So ideally, all exercise will take place in the mornings by next week.
Off to bed before I end up doing a face plant on the keyboard. So so so tired.
