I haven't worked out since last Tuesday. And I've probably eaten my weight in sugary and salty goodies since then. Not a good combination.

It started out because on Wednesday, I was hit hard with a cold. It was hard enough to breathe while just sitting around, I didn't think getting a workout in was going to be feasible. I took Nyquil both Wednesday and Thursday night, but that meant I was too groggy the following mornings to work out.

Friday night, we went to Zoo Lights, then dinner. Saturday, I spent the morning cleaning and getting ready for the cookie party, then actually hosting the cookie party... and eating cookies. Then Adam and I went out to dinner at Jaleo and to see Striking Twelve at the Arena Stage.

Sunday, I put in a full work day, but that's no excuse... I'm just lazy. Same with Monday, Tuesday, yesterday, today.

And really, those other days (except perhaps Wednesday and Thursday last week), it was just excuses, too. Pathetic excuses. I could have found a half hour to work out. Heck, I probably could have found an hour to work out. The Shred takes only 25 minutes.

I had goals for this month. Big plans. I was going to do the 30 Day Shred by January 1. I was going to eat healthy, stay on track, not gain the typical holiday pounds, not fall into a sugar coma each night. And so far, I've failed.

My poor diet and lack of exercise have been taking a toll on me, physically and mentally. I can't fall asleep at night, I wake up four, five times a night. I can't focus at work. I'm overly anxious. And then I lost the motivation to work out. It's a vicious cycle. A snowball effect.

Forget waiting until January 1; forget waiting until after Christmas; forget even waiting until Monday. (We always say, "I'll start on Monday," don't we?) I'm starting over tomorrow. Tomorrow morning, no matter how tired I am, I'm getting up and going to the gym. No matter how long it takes me to fall asleep, no matter how many times I wake up in the night, I'm getting back on track.

My sanity depends on it.