Explanation...sorta?

I didn't post a daily update yesterday. And that's like the...what, second time since I started this thing? (Besides other explained circumstances.)
Do I have an explanation for yesterday? Not really. It was just a bad day. Like I've previously said, I'm coming into a plateau, and I have a feeling since it's my first one, I'm going to have a really hard time getting through it. It's killing me to see the scale stuck on the same damn three numbers.
I also had my last day working at the childcare center. And I was very sad. It took me by surprise. I thought I'd be elated at the prospect of no more 6:30 a.m. wake-up calls. 20 fewer diapers to change a day. No screaming, biting, kicking, crying, or runny noses to deal with.
And yet, as I walked out the door to my car after work, I was biting back tears. It killed me to get those goobery goodbye hugs. I miss my babies.

I also caught something from my lovely toddlers. Some sort of icky stomach virus that has stayed in their systems for at least a week. I'm hoping I kick it faster, but I just couldn't do a whole lot of exercise yesterday. I did one video at about 75% of my effort-level. And then I had such bad stomach cramps that I couldn't get up anymore. Lame? Maybe. I mean, I know I should listen to my body when it's telling me something. But I'm trying not to let that interfere with my drive.

I was sad. I was sick. I am sorry. I'm trying a lot harder to make up for it today. However, if I said I was excited about my weigh-in on Monday, I'd be a damn liar.