Sometimes life gets in the way

And that's all right.

I didn't get any exercise for two days this week because I was at the hospital helping my baby sister give birth to her own baby. I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Did I think about the workouts I was missing? Honestly, not even for one second. Did I worry about gaining weight because I was cramming junky food in my mouth to keep up my energy? Not in the moment, no. Did I force myself to work out yesterday afternoon when I got back from the hospital and had racked up a grand total of 20 minutes of sleep the night before? No way. Instead, I took a big fat bowl of chili up the stairs and into bed with me, ate it with my eyes at half mast, and fell asleep. When I woke up a few hours later, I ate another heinously caloric meal from Dick's and fell asleep again. Did I feel justified in what I was doing? A billion percent.

Am I going to experience a setback in my fitness or endurance because I didn't exercise or run over those two days? Perhaps. Is it possible I'll gain a pound or two from my terrible food choices? Maybe.

But really, how about a little perspective? In the grand scheme of things, what's more important: that I keep up a strict (and admittedly self-imposed) workout schedule so I can maintain my fitness and keep fitting into my jeans; or that let my family know that nothing in this world is more important than them? I think the answer to that is obvious.