Day Six – TWO Days Off? Are You Sure..?

I’ve got very used to training six days a week and just having Sundays off – I’m a Monday to Sunday girl, the ordered and logical part of my brain likes it – so the idea of two days off is rather novel.
Novel and, I thought, would require a fair bit of inner strength to comply with – I was wrong.
Oh it’s still novel but, with the way I’m feeling today, two days off sounds like the best idea I’ve ever heard!
I ache from head to toe; sitting or standing still is fine, move around and every single muscle group lets me know how abused they feel.
I’m also v e r y tired!
A couple of late nights and very early mornings won’t be helping that along, but there’s more to this tiredness than lack of sleep. This tired tells me I gave this week everything I had, that I worked hard and that I need to rest now…for two days.
So there was no training today and there’s no training tomorrow – never thought I’d hear myself say ‘HURRAH!’ to that!
Actually, I did do some training today – I trained Jack in the kitchen; we cooked various things for him to try in a bid to find things he can take to school that are tasty, easy to carry around and will give him enough calories each time.
It’s easy to see that he’s becoming more and more keen as each hour passes.
He was completely crashed out on the sofa by 10pm last night, absolutely dead to the world; he staggered up the stairs barely aware of what he was doing, so I was rather surprised to hear him rushing down the stairs and into the kitchen at 08.15 this morning!
As he wandered past the office  door, shake in hand, he said, “Is it ok to move my eating times back an hour and a quarter? I’m sorry I didn’t get up in time to eat at 7am!”
It was very sweet – I can’t think of a better word to use other than sweet – so I explained it wasn’t the actual hour on the clock that was important, but the timings in between each meal that’s key.
He was happy with that and understood that the weekend schedule could be different, if he wanted it to be, as there’s no school on the Saturday and Sunday agenda.
The rest of the day has spent answering other questions that keep popping in to his head, like:

“What training are we doing on Monday?”

“What’s the purpose of that?”
“Can I eat this?”
“Can I drink that?”
And his usual bedtime reading has been replaced with my copy of Tom Venuto’s Burn the fat, Feed the muscle; my SIGNED copy…so he’d better look after it or there’ll be B I G trouble.
He came into the bedroom and told me when I should and shouldn’t go shopping, so as to avoid impulse buying junk food *hilarious* then he ambled out of the bedroom, having said goodnight, muttering, “Wow..I’d never thought of that…” with his nose still buried in the book.
It’s results day tomorrow!
Quite how an entire week has gone past so quickly, I DON’T know. What I DO know is I’m falling asleep at the laptop – literally, not metaphorically – so I’m going to shut the lid, turn the light off and go to sleep.
See you tomorrow for pictures and measurements!