The last few weeks have been a struggle for me emotionally. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I figure it has something to do with lack of sleep, very warm (uncomfortable) temperatures, allergies and ridiculous stress having to do with Nanny. Any one of those things I can deal with, all of them, I can not.
I’m happy to report that I’m more or less back to my sunny disposition self and accepting of the fact that I did not hit the reach goal I wanted to in this post. Oh well. I know it was a long shot and I know that I was up against a lot.
(I’m also cutting myself some slack. Aren’t you proud of me?)
One of the reasons I did not meet my reach goal was what I was eating. There was a family trip to Fenway and yummy food there, there was some borderline emotional eating going on (What can I say? Sometimes ice cream is all I can stomach.), and there was definite feeling of “Jebus, just eat something.”
But I’ve snapped out of it and am back on track. What I really want to talk about though is me and running. I couldn’t do it last week like I wanted to and that made me grumpy. (I couldn’t because of a nasty eczema out break that I don’t even want to talk about but makes it difficult to wear shoes.) What I didn’t do though (and this is where I messed up) is to do something else. I didn’t hit the pool, I didn’t play Just Dance or do yoga. I didn’t do anything and that was a mistake.
Could have, should have, but I didn’t…this week I will. I’m going to try a run tonight after work, we’ll see how it goes, but if it’s just to difficult to put my running shoes on, I will hit the pool instead and do SOMETHING.
I refuse to give up. Not happening. I’m 10.6 lbs down from where I started. That’s 20% of what I would ideally like to lose and damn it, that’s motivating.