Not Happy...

... but I do feel Fat.

Between all of the crazy stress over work, home and attempting to stay on course... I seem to have slipped up. I ate fairly in control while in NYC and Chicago for big trade shows. Even kept it in fair control when visiting the in-laws. But each of the the little things plus the minimal time (and motivation) to workout has been hitting hard. I am over the 175 mark and am officially starting to freak out. I planned to run today at lunch... but I realized on the commute in that I pulled the towel from my locker the last time I used it and did not bring a fresh one.

I ride Yankee Springs tomorrow but still have unhealed cuts and bruises from last weeks disaster over the bars. Wish me luck....