Well, I’d like to say I hit it hard and had two days of hard core, heart pumping cardio and am now back in the groove. I’d like to say that…but…it didn’t turn out exactly that way.
Early Saturday morning (like 3 am early) the hubs got up to go fish in a tournament an hour away, so after kissing him goodbye, I went back to sleep until 4 am when the Priss came in and crawled in bed with me. For the next 3 hours she tossed and turned and moaned and groaned and whined and cried because her tummy hurt, and she was scared of the dark, and she didn’t like my pillow, and she was thirsty, and she didn’t want the fan on, and she was cold but she didn’t want any covers…by 7 am I had had it and told her to either straighten it up or go back to her own bed – 5 minutes later we were both asleep. At 9:30 the wee porker was screaming “FEED ME NOW” so I had to get up and bottle feed the demanding feline. I swear I felt like I had a hangover, without the benefit of a good time the night before. Have you ever had that no-sleep-hangover? This one lasted all day long – it took all of my energy just to take a shower. So, no work out on Saturday, and you better believe I slept like a rock that night. In fact I don’t think I even moved all night long. Sunday morning I felt better and fully intended to get on the treadmill, so I didn’t shower right away. Actually I didn’t shower until about 6pm, because I cleaned the house, mopped floors, vacuumed, did laundry, washed the Yukon, vacuumed it out, Armor-Alled it, and then did more laundry. I never did get on the treadmill, but I feel like I got a workout just from all the cleaning I did! So I’m not too upset with myself. At least I was moving and not sunk into the sofa all day (like Saturday).
My plan is to do early morning walks on Tuesday and Thursday, and maybe longer walks on the weekends. I got about 3 hours of sleep last night, so I am fo sho going to bed early tonight, so I should be able to get up and get it done early tomorrow. Could you all just collectively send me some *wake up* vibes tomorrow about 4:45 am?? Thanks, I’d appreciate it!
I am also having a hard time drinking enough water – all I ever drink is water, so you would think this wouldn’t be a problem, but lately I can go for hours without a drink. Then all at once I notice that I am dying of thirst and guzzle water like…well, like I’m dying of thirst. So, in addition to walking regularly, I also need to make sure I’m drinking enough water.
I feel like this is a test – a test to see if all my healthy changes are going to stick even when life gets in the way. It is so easy for me to say, “I’ll get to it tomorrow” and then tomorrow turns into next week, etc. if I let it go too long. Is losing weight really a priority? Is eating enough veggies and exercising regularly really important to me? Is being healthy more important than being thin? I’d like to think so, but honestly my actions (or inactions) lately seem to say otherwise. Hmmm, I think I need to really explore this question some more, and find out what my real motivations are – more energy or smaller jeans? That may be a post for another day.
On a lighter note, I think I’m developing a crush on Gregory House, MD. The hubs even calls him “my boyfriend” because I watch it every chance I get (I am thrilled the show is in syndication!). I started watching it because I think it’s hilarious that the same actor can play someone as sweet and genuine as Mr. Little, and then be a total (but strangely likeable) asshole as well. I guess that’s what makes a good actor. I dig me some Hugh Laurie.
(found pics on google images – hope I’m not infringing on anyone or anything – pls don’t sue me!)
You know who else I love, and have loved for ages? Robert Downey, Jr. Can’t help it. Yeah, he’s been in and out of rehab and in and out of trouble his whole life, but that dead-pan sarcasm of his really melts my butter, not unlike Gregory House, MD. Hmmm….sensing a likeness between the two…could it be that I go for sarcastic, dry-witted, smart-asses? Maybe, but only in my TV fantasy life.
So who do you love these days? Not in real life, but in a 16 year old crush kind of way? C’mon, you know want to dish!!!