Last night I had a crummy night because I didn’t get to go to Zumba. I ended up in bed by 7:30, pouting and cranky like a little girl. A lot like this little girl above.
I was SO excited, all day long, to go and learn some new dances while blowing off some steam (my students are driving me insane). Then my hubs calls to tell me I have to stay home to meet the furniture guys… so I decide to go to a later class. 30 min after I leave my house I am still sitting in traffic 30 minutes away from the class… so I turn around. I prompty marched up to bed, climbed in, and didn’t get out until this morning.
Now I really know I have issues… I was SO angry I couldn’t go workout because I had stuffed my face with ‘fuel food’ when I got home from work. I needed to burn off that ‘fuel food’ but couldn’t muster up the energy to do anything after I found out I couldn’t go to my class.