Month: November 2016

Just Sick

I don’t even know where to start.  I haven’t posted in a while because I just don’t have anything to say, at least not good.  I’m sure I’ve gained back every ounce that I had recently lost, and joy oh joy, I am sick AGAIN.  This time, my fiance brought me the lovely germs.  I’m so clogged up and congested that I can barely breathe, and quite frankly, I don’t care about much of anything right now.

Getting back on track or even thinking of a routine is impossible right now, and with running around for the holiday next week, I can’t help but think, forget it until after Thanksgiving!

Grumpy doesn’t even begin to cover how I feel.  I’m sick of catching every little germ floating through the air, sick of illness hanging on for weeks when everyone else was over it in a few days, sick of being overwhelmed, sick of getting started and screeching to a halt, sick of moving backwards and knowing I have destroyed any progress I had made.

Enough of that.  I’ll be back when I am better prepared to make a new start and do more than complain and vent.  Right now, I’m not there yet.

Need to Think

If you hear a shrill, horrifying, and piercing scream early tomorrow morning, don’t worry.  It’s not a late Halloween movie or a grisly crime scene in progress.  It’s just me, stepping onto the scale after nearly two weeks of minimal workouts and endlessly stuffing my face.  It’s not going to pretty.  I might have tranquilizers on stand-by.

One thing I’ve learned from this most recent fall-on-my-face episode is that I need to build in changing things up and making shifts to my routine.  I get bored very easily with workout routines, or any routine, for that matter: counting calories, counting Weight Watchers points, tracking exercise minutes, you name it.  I burn out fast and need change to keep me interested.

I need to do some thinking this weekend about things I need to change and do differently.  I need to find what works for me, then find out how to keep doing it, not do it for a few weeks then gain it all back. Change motivates me.  There was nothing inherently magical about Weight Watchers, but it was different.  It was something new to learn and interest me and keep me motivated, but only for a little while.

So what’s up next for me?  I’m not sure yet.  I will work out this evening, weigh in tomorrow morning, let that scary number sink into my brain, and brainstorm how to get from there to where I ultimately want to be.  I’m not ready to give up on actually getting there, someday.

Zzzzzzz….

I can’t say my mood has improved much.  Lack of sleep is definitely a huge factor.  For some reason I wake up a lot, all night long.  Today I feel like a zombie.

My computer died at work, and for some reason my company is acting like replacing a computer is an unheard-of concept, and they are completely lost at how to go about this mind-boggling process.  So I am jumping from my office to the intern computer in a cubicle, trying to get my work done, all the while trying to push the purchase of my new computer.  Not helping the mood any!

Today’s post has no point whatsoever except that I thought I better check in, let everyone know I still exist, just not terribly pleasant to be around these days.  Too much on my shoulders, in my head.  And I’m raging, falling-down, crazy tired!

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