I have done a lick of formal exercise since Monday. Nothing. Nada. Zip.
That's not good. Exercise helps decreases my stress and not gain weight. It's been an extremely stressful week. I've been sick. I'm having hot flashes. I can't sleep more than an hour at a time. I'm miserable and a little depressed. This week of all weeks I should have walked. But I didn't.
I was lazy.
Even today. I normally walk in the morning with ML, and then later with Betsy. It was beautiful today. mid-70s. I work up knowing neither of my Friday options were available. I looked out the window and said I'll walk up to Lehigh and climb stairs for an hour or so and come home. And then I didn't. As the day wore on, I kept procrastinating.
I really need to get a working pedometer. Logging that number everyday in my exercise journal kept me motivated and pushing harder. The food journal is downright depressing to read. I've now developed little icons for my mood. I am an emotional eater. The icons don't lie. Yesterday at work I was imploding emotionally and my student worker came back with a huge chocolate chip cookie for me. She also wisely told me to step away from the project and go for a walk. Of course I didn't listen.
So back on the wagon I go. Tomorrow is T'ai Chi and 8-10 miles with Betsy. Sunday is NYC.
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