The Blizzard is Making Me Fat

All we seem to have in the house is bread, pasta, cheese, and butter. That's pretty much it. Oh, and thank god - alcohol. So even though practice has been cancelled for the week, I'm getting progressively more slovenly and worried about the Return To Derby next week. Today I finally mustered up the energy to get on the treadmill and do some squats and was instantly discouraged. All this work we do in practices and all the staying power it takes to keep up in scrimmages and all the insane adrenaline it's going to take (I assume) to bout -- why does it have to vanish so quickly? After only a couple days I can feel my legs turning to mush. Does the strength and endurance last longer when you've been doing it longer? God I hope so. It's pretty pathetic how quickly my body craves doing nothing. I always assume that when I'm stuck at home I'll work my ass off on all the exercises I'm not keeping up with in practice (I'm looking at you, alternating lunges on skates!) so that I can improve when no one can see me. Alas, it's so much easier for me to get frustrated and quit when I'm trying to hold a core pose when I'm all alone. My unwillingness to attract attention in practice by being unable to do things is my only motivator, apparently. Shame is my co-pilot!