As a general rule, I don't set too many goals for myself on weekends. Back when I was still in school, Saturday would be my "me day" for me to do pretty much whatever I wanted, and then Sunday I'd hit the books really hard. After I graduated this past December, the pattern has been more along the lines of Saturday for actual activities for myself (shopping, eating out, etc.), and then Sunday for laziness minus, I hope, a trip out to the garage to stomp arrows and try to take some more weight off.
There's a general problem with this schedule, though. Saturday is the day I take off my diet, and while I try to eat reasonable portions of stuff, it's also the only day of the week where I have soda. Even though I drink a lot of tea throughout the week, the high fructose corn syrup in soda still kind of messes with me in a way that caffeine alone doesn't. I wish I could say that I saw even the slightest hint of a pattern in the way that drinking soda affects me, but one week it won't really bother me at all, another week I'll have a bit of a sugar high and a bit of a sugar low, and then there are weekends where the sugar low is just so tremendous that it wipes out most of my Sunday.
I think I would have had a good-sized sugar low today -- something I definitely felt, but not something that totally wiped me out -- but unfortunately a series of events led to me not getting enough sleep on top of that. We had a huge rainstorm in here earlier today, which lowered the temperature nicely. (Unfortunately the dip in temperature only lasts through today, and tomorrow we head right back up to the 90s for highs.) However, in its wake it has been incredibly humid outside, and this caused the smoke detectors in the house to go off earlier this morning because one of them was somehow being triggered by the humidity in the air. We closed the house up and the problem went away, but I couldn't go back to sleep. As a result, I've been a little bit groggy here today, and I haven't felt up to going out to the garage.
The hardest thing for me to deal with right now is the fact that if I just went out to the garage and worked out, I would feel okay about how the weekend went. Even if I didn't do anything else of note this weekend, just knowing that I still found my way out to the garage to work out would make things better somehow. As it is, though, now I feel like the weekend went to waste, and that even though I don't give myself that many responsibilities over the weekend, I've still underachieved from what I set out to do. I seriously wish I could find a way to do away with this sweet tooth of mine, because that would make things so much easier for me.