I am officially dubbing this the WEEK OF NO. No responsibilities. No homework. No working late. No plans. No conference calls. No obligations.
Can you help with this? No. Can you start late for a conference call? No.
The only things I am saying yes to: cooking, holiday chick flicks on tv, Netflix marathons, walks or gym sessions sans dealing with emails, maps, maybe a massage.
Added a straw to my water cup because I have been woefully under hydrated lately. And water was the one thing I never struggled with before. Let’s see how much I can pee between now and 10 pm!
Basically, you’re in a slump, and you’re wondering how it happened and how the eff you’re going to be able to claw your way out.
mariseca knows what I needed to hear.
Some moments I miss running. I miss how I felt when I was taking care of myself. Other moments I don’t even have enough mental capacity to miss it. I keep saying I’m going to do better, get back to it, focus. And then it all feels like too much. I forget. I stop. I don’t really know what.
Had a really nice chat with hubs on our commute this morning about working out, being an athlete, overdoing it (marathon), being injured, and getting back to it. Also, reminding me that being an athlete isn’t just are/are not, it’s about consistent work and frame of mind and even though I’m on the injured list, still owning that label and figuring out what the next steps are.
Been eating okay. Not great. Getting plenty of water, but a bit too much birthday desserts.
Been very sedentary with almost insurmountable quantities of work and homework.
Those are the two key pieces and that’s where I’m at.
I’ve been MIA because I’m working a huge project at work and trying to fit in homework and regular work duties.
But look at the fun adventures I managed to fit in this weekend! Cooked an amazing meal with hubs and my parents. Then went for a hike on Sunday to my new favorite spot.
Before. During. After.
Let’s just say Wednesday wasn’t my finest night. But there’s nothing like a really bad hangover to make you realize that you’re content to pick up takeout, chug water, and be in bed by 9:30. Oh, and that you’re not 20 anymore.
Last week: 215.5 (Fisique’s scale)
This week: 213.5 (Fisique’s scale)
Their scale is analog so I do my best to read the number. It’s probably better this way so I’m not focusing on the minutiae. But regardless of the decimals, I have abolished about 2 pounds this week.
Wiped out from the last 48 hours of work. And behind on class stuff this week. Ugh.