I took basically this whole week off work to use up some leave that I would lose if I didn't use it, and it's been phenomenal. I would really prefer not to work, if that was possible. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, but I like being a housewife too. What's not to like-- there's no kids, and no pets besides a fish, so there's virtually no dirt. We have a housekeeper once a month. I don't mind doing laundry, which is good since I go through at least a gi a day, and in this heat, I soak a gi every time I train. Granted, I haven't been doing as many 3-a-days as I used to, but still. I've been able to catch up on some pleasure reading, put time and thought into home-cooked meals, and train one-two times a day. I love it. I just wish someone would pay me to do it.
I'm enjoying training for training's-sake without pressuring myself or beating myself up when I get smashed. I wish the result would be some stunning unsmashability on my part. Alas, no. Oh well. It's a process and I'm patient.
However, still totally frustrated with the weight loss plateau even though I know exactly why it exists-- I'm only training once a day sometimes. I am going to be restrained over the holiday weekend, no pigging out on fried chicken and potato salad, and I'm only missing two days of workouts. Starting next Monday it's back to 3 a days whenever possible. I did 3 today and it was heaven.
Enjoy a safe, fun holiday weekend, ya'll!